I spy you, the siren on the rocks, sweetly urging
I knew then that must be the course to take,
to the song so sweet, to the face so fair, lovely
I set sail the way of your voice and your beauty
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I thought this had some great verse in the beginning, but the last line seems a bit lacking. Still a good poem.
So much to be said here Nicky, just a lovely poignant tale of love lost...... How well does the soul write when in torture? I hope you are being warmed by these comments, they're meant to. HG: -)