She sat on the shore line with a shell to her ear.
Wanting the sound of the sea to reveal,
if her sweetheart were anywhere near.
Sadly, as she clutched it so close to that ear.
She feared never would she see him again,
after his trip to Port au Spain.
Her pain,
it so fiercely burned into her side .
As she somehow realised,
that his love was maybe denied.
And she cried until the setting sun ,
fell from the sky.
When all was said and done.
Walked and walked til she was gone.
The sun did set,
he and her henceforth met.
Over the foam, they did roam,
The fisherman and his lost lover
(c) Livvi