A Sailors Curse

Her love was like a sailors passion
Towards the raging sea
And he was like her ocean
Wild, simply free

but the trouble with the ocean is
It waits for no one man
No one can tame it's rebel waves
Some have tried but no one can

She loved him for his spirit
And his heart as tough as nails
But to love him was a struggle
And put strain upon her sails

The waves can rise up tall
And crush the biggest ships
But it was worth the fear and danger
To kiss upon his lips

She knew a broken heart
Were the wages to be paid
But she loved him nonetheless
Her love was never swayed

It's truly a sailors curse
To love a thing so free
And though you want to keep it
Many ships will sail the sea

She admired his rugged nature
And she adored his wild heart
But she knew that it wouldn't be long
Before his would break hers apart

Oh, it did, he hurt her so deeply
She had to let him go
It was freedom he wanted so greatly
And commitment he couldn't show

It's not the oceans fault, you see
That it's waves are so untamed
It is within it's nature
So it cannot be blamed

Someday one man among many
Will hang his cap upon her door
In the meantime there will be plenty
Sandy footprints swept from the cabin floor

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Being an ex-sailor, I'm always drawn to these salty tales. This one is a bit different, in that genders are switched from what is normally seen. And why not? I don't see a problem with it. The sea, with all it's moods, makes a great metaphor for people, male or female. Nice writing, Catlin.