Grand Ocean Of Want, (Love Letters Written To A Lady Of Renown)

Traveling through this grand ocean of want
the satisfaction of my senses gives
more than I can ever hope to take back.

Impetuous though my thoughts and actions be,
momentous are the seconds I relive
the causative nature of my environment.

It is this indelible mood
that I write to you these words
and lost in the abstract profundity of love
I predate my thoughts to the first of our encounters.

Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
solemnity is the pulpit from which I preach,
the day I knelt before you and kissed your gentle hand
I called myself protector though shunned by my own land;
in my eyes the wild beast, the serpent from the deep,
in your eyes the ocean’s depth that cared to make them weep.
I am sealed by love, bound with hate, by my bastard birth
doomed to roam the wicked seas till the ends of earth.