A sailor lost in the deep and boundless sea,
Longs to return, his heart aches in mystery,
Relentless waves and the vast sky he does see,
But his anchor, his beloved, is where he yearns to be.
In the dark nights, he gazes at the stars above,
Seeking a guide to bring him back to love,
His beloved, like a lighthouse, an unwavering dove,
Through the storm, he craves the warmth of her glove.
Days turn to weeks, and then months go by,
Each sunrise a promise, yet a question in the sky,
He dreams of her smile and her touch so nigh,
In the ocean's expanse, he faces an endless sigh.
His beloved, faithful and patient, waits on solid land,
With open arms, a safe harbor in the sand,
Where love blossoms, and life takes a stand,
The lost sailor will find home, and her loving hand.
In the sailor's heart, a fire that never wanes,
He yearns to return home to her embrace and plains,
Beneath the starry sky, he plots his lanes,
With love as his compass, he sails through trials and pains.
So, the lost sailor, with love in his chest,
Battles the waves and faces the ever-changing quest,
For in the arms of his beloved, his heart finds rest,
In the warmth of home, he finds love at its best.
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