I am leaving, in search for one at heart
The journey seem to be tough and long, I care not prepared I am
Forests, deserts and plains awaits, am honored for am leaving now
Wild beasts seem to be waiting, shrubs and thorny thatches surrounding
My wife will be waiting.
On poop or bowsprit, I’ll sail in search
Waters full of sea monsters a waits, for today pirates scare me not
Isn’t this a love sacrifice already? Luck will be waiting for me I guess
I’ll look at every corner of the giant sea, still in search
My wife will be waiting.
On port I’ll look in every tent, lining pirates’ wives in search of mine
Meet this intrepid mountaineer, who sails for love
To the mountains am coming, since it seems to be my next destination
Thirsty I am but still struggling in blues, till the tip of the mountain
My wife will be waiting.
lovely write, if you write poetry for her she will surely read you and respond. jeep on writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your support @ Heather