I could not play the weak man
In that tiny boat set out from harbor
For love rowed mightily behind me
And left not a breath where my arms could linger
I could not play the god-fearing man
At the waves that climbed ever higher
For love laughed in their rabid faces
And left no room to doubt her madness
Oh, but I could play the mad man, with her
Screaming and rowing into the storm
To the bewilderment of Poseidon
Whose thund'rous anger incited us
And we rowed harder
'Til the storm was stilled
At peace, awaiting
The clouds again.
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