A bottle sails through the ocean
And fish swim by its side.
She doesn’t know where it’s going
But she waits patiently
As it shows up on a sandy shore.
All battered up, but you must admit
It is the most exciting
And the most beautiful thing
You have seen in a long time.
There is no note in the bottle
Only the picture of the girl
Who placed the bottle in the water.
This girl becomes your dream;
Your fascination.
You take that bottle home
You put her on your window sill
The light shines in
And illuminates her soul.
Because you found her,
All by yourself,
She is yours.
No one else seems to understand
The value you place
In this dirty beaten bottle.
But she came to you and only you.
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