A debt that I owe to thee
For what you have done to me.
For loving me strong as the wild sea;
For brilliant and joyful jubilee.
Though rudder was lost to the endless deep,
And True Love’s heart descended to watery keep;
Our ship run ashore in dismal heap;
On the crest of the wave’s endless sweep.
Still; you loved me strong as the wild sea,
So a debt I owe to thee.
I offer this soul that once was me.
You may keep it for eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.