The Mary Rose

Her beauty is not only marked By features of her face But also from the charming way Her movements define grace and at times she seems to be So sad and all alone My only wish to bring her joy still chills me to the bone For in her eyes there does remain a day of distant past when the death of love and life tore sail from her mast Her crew remains in missing state Forever to this day Her mighty size and splendor still Can’t hide her great dismay Her bow remains so straight and true Her deck shines like the sun But underneath the wooden hull Her memory does run For no amount of polish there removes the darkened stain her days of sailing in the sun now clouded by her pain I wish for her a night so clear Calm waters for to sail A happy ending to her tour would end this depressed tale