Sailing away on a beautiful boat,
remembering all the pretty lines you wrote,
of love and hope and future bright,
of dreams and homes and white moonlight.
Subtlety is key I have deduced,
my wants are now all but reduced.
Now I realise anew,
all I ever needed was you.

It’s not over yet, I’ve convinced myself,
not yet shall I put you back on the shelf,
because the only need I have right now
is convince you to give me a chance somehow.
I spoke today to the wisest woman,
who said to me to err is human.
Do not assume she cares not too,
she too fell in love with you.

I wish I could write what my heart wants,
but wants are ghosts that love to haunt
the hearts and souls of weak-willed men
but no longer will I be one of them.
I am as strong as the days are long,
but I can still cry to a lonely birdsong.
One day I will prove how much I have learned,
and hope that someday your love will be earned.