His deep poetic inspiration,
She had never seen before
Played wistfully with her imagination
Strong desires wanting more.

His words of passion linger
Like the glowing of his smile
Yearning, longing, lustfully
 Completely lost in his beguile.

Misguided heart, she's clenches
to the hope;  "oh is it me?
who dances in his thoughts
alone at night, when out at sea"

Misty eyes of reminiscence
Of times so long bygone
Echoing the memories
Of his ever presence strong.

In the years of passing
Wayward dreams upon the oceans
 Empty,vacant heart he sails
 The waves of her emotions.