Once long ago, they fell in love on that fallen ship of dreams their lives so closly interwined then torn out at the seams. Who knew his life would be so short? Who knew their love, so pure and true would be with longing gone? She was rich and proper, the perfect wife for a man of wealth and power, but he a scrappy artist loved her until the final hour. When he saved her from the water, from herself and fate's hand and he made her promise, she then did understand and though that night he softly died forever hers he'd be. She promised then to make it count her sacred hymm to the sea.
Reason for writing:
Because I did.
Birth sign: Libra
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