When I think about you, my mind travels to March.
The time when we met under the great marble arch.
I was in college and you were on tour,
As I saw your face, you held an allure.

I remember you smiling and saying hello.
I had nothing to do, and nowhere to go.
We went out for lunch and we watched a movie.
You invited me to go with you shipping at sea.

At the time, it seemed great; living, boating under the sun.
Spur of the moment and amazingly fun.
I jumped at the idea, naught holding me back.
But nothing prepared me for when I heard that hull crack.

We’d been sailing for ages, I was used to this life.
No terror, no worries, no hunger, no strife.
No fear in my mind, only love on the great sea.
When the ship fell apart, I thought I could not breathe.

I heard all the screams, but it seemed too surreal.
I came to my senses and my mind began to reel.
Water washed over me, I clung at driftwood.
I struggled for air as hard as I could.

When I finally surfaced, my heart skipped a beat.
I saw you away from me, maximum thirty feet.
I paddled so madly; I paddled for love.
My heart sank like our ship when you sank from above.

I was going quite crazy; I was hurt, I was damaged.
As the helicopter came, I felt trapped– unable to manage.
My true love was gone; there was no going back.
That nightmare, that sound of that sturdy hull, “CRACK!!”

It is all I am left with. I have nothing more.
My dear, how I miss you. It is you I adore.
I will always love you, as promised in March.
That day I fell in love under the great marble arch.