Sailor's moment
I do n't harbor any hate against you Be cause the berths in my tender heart Can't allow , in a tempest of affection The rogue wave s slapping the shore, A ship dock laden with aversion . And if the ship we re to anchor, The quay , dockers would flee. Till of love you learn. If a lion were to chase " Run !" Yes, i would sprint. Towards a cliff, the sea below A little faster... and outpace. Glide in the gale and trip Not a soul . That would be foul . Till of love you learn. Into my boat Drift towards rain, hail and snow . Till you know what to love is. To make an abode in affection, Sail to that little isle of amity.