Many silent words me to tell you,
Only surface is taught with words few.
If me be sinking iceberg, know you the tip,
An iceberg, not a destroyer of the Titanic.
Many miles the way I want to walk
As Jack had inscribed life's golden duck.
If I be the sinking Jack amidst the blue,
O Rose what you do, say in a caring clue.
The silent words would perhaps be lost
And all my brooding seconds have no cost.
But perhaps, you Rose to restore the story,
Eyes would feel touch of tear of love's glory.
The silent modern Titanic love would be written
With a new script following the old and golden.
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