Be Glad Love Poem by M. A Heathcote

Given to me is the life of the sea.
forever rolling in and out of view;
Green, then turquoise, then sometimes clear blue,
Given to me is the life of the sea.
It rages and then becalms in front of you.
It has high seas, then low, soft waves that mew,
that circle and laps the world that is you.
Love, I bring oils and herbs and Indian tea,
Given to me is the life of the sea.
unpaid, wearisome, like bills overdue,
Each account must be paid its full rupee
Each wave comes to touch the shore and quay.
must make a retreat, wave goodbye one day,
Be glad, love, harboured - that isn't today.