Alas the waves have no order
they crash and break in his borders
slowly asking which is smarter-
to remain quiet or for love be a martyr
He cannot retain his sails
and e'er the wind on prevails
closer to her shining eyes
that always take him my surprise
shore no longer pleases him
if her footsteps are washed away and bare
no anchor pulls him down
and so he sails to find her there.
