He loved her to the depth of his soul,
Even more than he did his wife;
She was a forbidden lover to him,
He’d been with her most of his life.

He knew her moods; he felt her wrath,
She was fickle, wild and free.
No man could ever tame her heart,
The infinite, magnificent sea!

He was a slave to her every whim,
While he fished her mighty deep;
As long as he treated her with respect,
Her bounty was his to keep.

He loved his life as a fisherman,
For him there was no other way.
He realized he belonged to the sea,
And would til his dying day.

One dark and dreary rainy day,
On the stormy, briny toss,
A monstrous rogue ravaged his boat,
And the fisherman was lost.

Now he was hers forever,
For his body was never found.
Hers in life, and hers in death,
His soul to her was bound!

© Annabel Sheila
  Submitted By: Nancy Crossman