And if you were not here, where would I be?
A floating wreck upon an endless sea
Without a mast, a rudder, or a spar
To hang a sail from, with no destination,
Simply enduring for unknown duration
The world around me, with no guiding star
To show me north left in the empty sky,
Unmoved by trade winds as they shuttle by,
Becalmed and desperate. You guide my wheel,
Your presence is the wind that fills my sails,
Your love the sails themselves, which no great gales
Will ever tear, your kiss the unsplit keel
Which cuts the water and allows me to
Sail past my fears and anchor close by you.
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