To what end did we, amidst the ocean's sway,

Unleash a tempest wild, our souls in fray?

To what aim did we heave the waves on high,

And summon thunderstorms beneath the sky?

I was a novice sailor, unaware,

Of where my humble vessel I would steer.

Just barely afloat, I clung with might,

As torn sails marked the struggles of our flight.

Yet with each torn sail and each crack in the hull,

And even with each wound, I chose to pull.

For I had grown to love the fierce winds' might,

And thunder's echo in the darkest night.

With you in the cabin at the break of dawn,

I found solace, a refuge, my soul's drawn.

I learned to sail blind, even sans the stars,

Always charting back to where our journey starts.

The sirens ceased to fright, the whales no more,

Would shake us with their might as once before.

Alive I emerged from whirlpools deep,

Where once I might have sunk into the deep.

And here I am, a captive to the sea,

Ensnared by chains of anchor's decree.

Salt air, my drug, a taste of liberty,

The land? No more, it holds no lure for me.

I thought, perhaps, it would be everlasting,

That I'd remain faithful, our love uncasting.

But as time passed, I suddenly realized,

The storm subsided, thunder dulled, disguised.

No longer does the wind howl fierce and free,

Your love, it seems, has now abandoned me.

Left adrift in calm, devoid of you,

Alone, with shattered pieces, heart askew.

With eyes brimming tears, aching and bereaved,

Ahead, a bleak, desolate path perceived.

My empty vessel drifts, aimlessly adrift,

And wearied eyes trace waves, a mournful rift.

What was it then? Love's fleeting, transient grace?

And where, oh where, do I bear the blame's embrace?"