Come Young Pirates, Love's A Marvelous Thing! , X X V I Poem by Captain Cur

Charmed by life's foray, till my race be done,
Razed beneath the sign of an obscure sun;
My fortune mired by that blackened light
But none save thee has ever shone as bright.
Regardless of my fate, the hazards thrown,
Natal reefs of love weather every storm.
My gladness sheds a strong impartial smile
My infamous tongue wags a brief denial,
Confession lingers on the altar's vine
With the blood of truth pressed to sweetest wine.
What fills that chalice, a shadowy kiss?
Or a red monsoon quenching every lip?

Stars have driven me through the long expanse
Then led me here beneath thy melting glance.
Along this tender course ways are given
As summits appear to unclouded vision;
From high mountains a spectacular view,
Lush rolling greens that peak in skies of blue,
And thy moist eyes in soft reflection gleam
With spirited facets of a diamond sea.
Drawn from those beveled heights to the shaded deep
Colors soft as song, sings the earth to sleep,
Through that misty realm flowing endless miles
Waiting on the cusp of time for thy youthful smile,
Fulfilling life, willful or oppressed,
Seeking thy warrior heart for love's the greatest quest.

A sequenced snowy white justifies air
Beauty's goodness coveting without care
And the green earth blanketed by those flakes,
Sun starved flowers shivering as they wake.
Within this whitened glove reigns thy lifted hand,
Untaken, but I make no coarse demand;
To my sight how soft thy features play
Clearer notes creating each hopeful day;
As a bird is lifted, taken by its wings,
Daring its first flight! Love's a marvelous thing!