Fortune
Fortune and fame
Were her fathers demands
Or accept the shame
Of him refusing her hand .
So as we kissed that night
On her balcony
I held her tight
and told her I was going to sea .
I would travel the oceans
Vast and wide
and prove my devotion
To make her my bride .
Too late now
The dye is cast
I must keep my vow
and I raise my mast .
For so long
I have been at sea
Typhoon grows strong
Will this be the last day I see .
Huge white pearls
In my lagoon
I will have my girl
and i'll have her soon.
A beacon fire I now light
I'm waiting for my rescue
The beacon burns by day and night
My every thought is of you .
The rose you pressed
I hold to my heart
and as I feel your caress
I curse the miles that keep us apart.
Months and years
but no one came
Fortune so near
but prize unclaimed.
So I have built a raft
From wood and vine
I will sail this craft
To that girl of mine .
I hold her rose
Close to my chest
Fear in me grows
As I make my request .
Dearest lord I beg of you
See in my heart a love so true
Guide me safely across your sea
To the girl I will love eternally.
This is my ode to my sweet Juliet
The most beautiful woman I ever met
My princess, My soul mate , My eternal love
I wait for you now in heaven above.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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