A parable of enduring love hereafter , my soul applied to song , voiced on the wind by the very instrument of God ...
My heart in her receivership forevermore , my star in the Autumn night directing me home , a ravenous , emaciated vessel having found benefit of welcome shore .. In the grace of eventide , gulls cry , explore the surface of the oceans , faithful in their travails across the tumultuous waters , birds that long for the fidelity I propose before you , my one and only ...