New Old Poem ...

For anyone who likes rhyming, schmaltzy, love poems ...

If I could sail a thousand ships,
I sail them straight to you.
If a thousand paces I should tread,
They would lead there too.

For though
the seas may be boiling,
And the pathways poorly lit
'Neath a tree near a beach, with your hand in mine
Is where I long to sit.

I'm one of those who loves poems like this ...