Anchor
Anchor
The ship chugs along with the cordage of rope,
Whipped and eye-spliced into an anchor line,
Beaching it at the harbor, raising a faint hope
Of meeting you on the shores, oh, love of mine.
An endless wait it has been,
To behold the stars in your eyes
As you unlock the heart of a teen
With the key of emotion and love.
Will I be blessed, will I grow wings,
Will I be the loving bird that soars in flight
To eventually come to rest
With you as my loving anchor
In the comfort of my nest.