Her delicate grace and deceitful charm have at last lost their power over my charred soul.
Yet her beauty lingers like the lasting flavor of sweetened rum on my pallet.
My ship is stronger and confident as I steer upon the calm steely ocean.
But her sails still desire the raging, and dangerous wind swept waves of the sea's glorious storm.
Undamaged and polished shores will replete my future voyages.
The heart will perpetually dream stilly of the secret and viperous shores she and I lightly strolled.
-Johnny V.
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