He is lost again, in the world of love,
sailing a long way — but with the one he loves;
and every time he looks into her eyes,
all he sees is an endless ocean of time.
She stretches her arms around him every time he cries;
though he pauses to dip into his thoughts,
nevertheless, he tries —
like a man mid-sea, with nowhere to go,
all he needs is her love, every time.
He sailed his boat to part,
but fate is something no one can deny;
it all meets at the point of love, every time.
Sacred, and beloved — a lover, not just another;
he longs to be a part of the story —
the lovers, and the happy ending.
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