Sailing ships

Love is like a warm embrace on a cold stormy night, a beacon of hope that illuminates the darkness.

Found lost at the shore

with the intent to explore

wanting more

as she roams

seeking a home

torn between land and sea

heaven and hell

When you approached her

It was as if she immediately had you under her spell.

A bit withdrawn at first.

at times calling your crush a curse

You went into this encounter headfirst.

You learned from one another.

and thus began to build trust

taking time to adjust

At first, you acknowledge it was more than lust.

She needed a captain

and when she was lost ashore ..the days when she was highly unsure

you were the only sailor to come and save her with your allure

The way you took action during those previous interactions

you were the real champion

to make her happy and

to conquer the damsel in distress

You made her less depressed.

The way you took off her dress...

the way you two made a mess

coming together to destress...

on the kitchen counter

and couch backrest

You always confessed—your love for her with each breath.

and while at the core

of your heart

something did spark

the risk you took to embark on the mystery of her soul

was bold

But in turn, no real goal.

distant you began to depict

afraid to commit

It was apparent you only stuck around for the benefits.

And soon began to act like a hypocrite.

Your days became outnumbered when you began to tell tales.

dont you know how honourable sailors fail.

insecurities or immaturity

Lies you began to tell as you looked into her eyes

unaware she secretly had spies.

losing feelings

instead of you both healing

Had her questioning why

Lord, why this guy

Afraid to lose you, but second guessing if she even truly knew you.

she said goodbye

awaiting to die

where love could have had you united

the opposite, in turn, was felt

and you proved to be misguided

and an eventual tyrant

drowning your ships with bottles to numb your sorrows

She became disrespected and neglected.

The damsel became more frightened.

and damaged

resulting in A tale of love and despair

Now, young sailor, you are asked to beware.

for to love is a courageous act

that has a profound impact

yet under constant attack

In the end, you were incapable of loving her.

wanting nothing to do with you

moved on, she has already found real love anew

Hope you regret what you put her through

for fools like you, just use a woman-like stepping stool

constantly breaking the rules

A cheater turned wife-beater.

Trust me when I say you will never see her.

So stay away and in your lane

for you are not Sane

to have caused this woman all of this pain

her love won't die in vain.