two ships pass at dawn

She is so beautiful as the waves gently guide her along,

In this stormy night she may not be here for long,

The storm gets fierce as she tries to stay steady,

My ship approaches but my vessel is empty,

I cannot help but notice her perfectly sculpted wood,

I can only imagine loving a vessel that looks that good,

I raise my cannon, to prepare for an attack,

But the beauty of the vessel makes me take it back,

The two ships pass at dawn,

It is I who won't be here for long,

As she takes aim,

At least I got close enough to know the beautiful vessel's name.