Let sail ⛵️ back home �
An abode where we roam
Let not our ship imperil
By the stormy seas
When seagulls follow our ships
Thinking sardines are thrown into sees
To my chrysanthemum
With thy chaste emotions
That sent forth rare milk
Which never made me sick
Who long for days and nights
Always with anxiety and fright
Longing for my return
Praying to see me soon
Praying i don't meet my doom
Tell her not to thump her foot
It may go reddish
Not to gnash her teeth
It may transcend pain