She just could not help herself
Allowed bitterness to take seed
It nested somewhere in her chest
As she never went to any school
She then had a lot of kids
As many as she has toes
Her heart would always crumple down
When departure drew near once again
But only the weak show their feelings
On the docks they wave
Everyone whose lot is to wait
The man was taken by the ship and cresting waves
Far from here and into warmth
The wife stayed to raise their kids
Years ate their trails onto her face
She was not always like she is now
So hateful and so old-fashioned
Now she only talks to walls alone
Cross-stitched pictures stare at her
As she shuffles through postcards
The kids never come to visit her
Left on the shore again
Still that holy wrath warms her heart
Oh how the years have passed since then
When the kids took her to the dock
And the ship came, but he never did
At the old hotel
In her bright blue dress
She had been doing her hair for an hour
In the attic room
He gives a long look
Walks up to her, asks for a dance
Says that every dance of the night
Is hers and hers alone
With red cheeks, she shakes her head
Makes note of every word
She is hesitant
While he is strong and determined
Takes whatever he desires
And now he desires the girl
Life is a reverie from a song
Prince of the seas and his kingdom
The orchestra plays
The violin's silence could not be sweeter
With firm grip he leads the dance
Takes care and never lets go
The hands still have strength and feeling
Old age is far and illness unknown