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Her love was like a sailors passion
Towards the raging sea
And he was like her ocean
Wild, simply free
but the trouble with the ocean is
It waits for no one man
No one can tame it's rebel waves
Some have tried but no one can
She loved him for his spirit
And his heart as tough as nails
But to love him was a struggle
And put strain upon her sails
The waves can rise up tall
And crush the biggest ships
But it was worth the fear and danger
To kiss upon his lips
She knew a broken heart
Were the wages to be paid
But she loved him nonetheless
Her love was never swayed
It's truly a sailors curse
To love a thing so free
And though you want to keep it
Many ships will sail the sea
She admired his dense coarse nature
She adored his wild heart
And she knew his heart that she loved
Before long would break hers apart
And it did, it hurt her so deeply
That she had to let him go
It was freedom he wanted so greatly
And commitment he couldn't show
It's not the oceans fault, you see
That it's waves are so untamed
It is within it's nature
So it cannot be blamed
Someday one man among many
Will hang his cap upon her door
In the meantime there will be plenty
Sandy footprints swept from the cabin floor
Catlin L. Crawford
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