I could smell the ocean waiting,
As I gazed out from the pier.
So many nights I've waited,
So many nights for her to appear.
Now the ghost of her lost soul,
Appears to bring me cheer.
She is dead and gone to heaven,
Your wait is over, she is gone.
How simple to know why
I never saw her again.
But better to know the reason,
Than wait in vain for her to appear.
Love ya!
Jane