The captain felt home all this time -
He told his stories, all sublime,
Often happy, then suddenly sad -
The words old-deep wounds slowly fed.
He had survived after the storm,
For many days they drift alone,
After a week were saved by God -
When a frigate their boat hold.
Survived just few, a hand of men,
They sailed away, to an old land,
They served some more in his command
From ship to ship, from land to land.
Felt live again, but oft adrift,
The thought of lost felt like a gift -
He missed his Mary all that time,
His heart and mind by far in chime...
He dreamed of her from day to night,
He found her often in his sight -
Some ships were just looking like her,
Felt chills of heart like a demur.
Two years passed, they wrecked again,
Alone this time survived the strain,
Then decided to settle down
To find a wife, to have a farm.
It all went good until the pest
Filled the lands with its ugly gest -
His wife has died, his kid as well,
Alone again he went for sail.
He took a boat, as cook, for all,
The sea was home for his old soul;
Now ships were all made of cold steel -
They had no soul that he could feel.
He was warmness in every word
Each day touched Mary’s old love chord;
She fell in love with her old man,
In mornings, evenings, sun and rain.
She never thought a life could bring
So much richness in its spring,
She lived each moment like the first
From each morning, until the next.
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