OK, here is another shot at it. Any closer? Breakers J.M. Strother In my eyes your beauty burns like fire In my heart your image burns like fire You are my all consuming desire. If I drop down and beg, will you see me? If I stand tall and wave, will you see me? If you'd but look my way, dare I believe? Hopeful heart anew sees you every day, Dashed yet again. I see you every day. Joy and pain renewed, when you come my way. Will you but pause, when I at last depart? Or mind my name, when I at last depart? Like Momma always said, Warm hands, cold heart. I am but a wave, breaking on your shore, Like so many waves, breaking here before.

 
~jon
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