my lost love calls, yet mocks for I've no dreams
to launch a quest in vain upon some sea
Her sad goodbye rolls in on waves and screams,
"You were supposed to turn and follow me."
Our plans when young were bold with joie de vivre
then every shore seemed well within our reach
I should have begged you when you turned to leave
my sorrow soon corralled me on this beach
But fortune pitied all my wounds and woes
for you set sail though I did not deserve
Your soul could not deny that which it knows
for all these years, you've held me in reserve
With joy, two rescued hearts provide the spark
and love's become our lighthouse in the dark.
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