A Traveler's Story - Part 2

I came late one season in the eve and I noticed those emerald eyes waiting for me, I did not see. Waited to late to return from the sea and now someone else holds my dream. How is this, I thought to me. A walk along the dock lead me, to the ole cemetery where there stood a weeping, willow tree, from the corner of my eye, this I did see. Roses are red and violets are blue my love, My traveler in the after life I wait for you. Beyond the sea, there you'll meet me, where I will no longer come second to her reefs. All eternity you promised me. I held her locket in my hand and how I wished for her I could have been a different man. They say you never miss a thing until to you it no longer brings. To the sea I returned and days and nights pass as the sea churns, each time the sun sets deep below I think I might see her, my emerald love. I smell her lilacs on the wind and each time a small grin followed by a smile, for I know we'll meet again, where the horizon meets, the nautical mile.