I am old, a broken ship on the beach, And children play round my spars; Abandoned by a true love that meant ruin to me; A love that sent my proud mast reeling Towards the stars, That sent me invincible to win the right to thee.
I would not of faithlessness nor deceit moan, But remember Moses who at God's command Struck not once but thrice the appointed stone; For doubting-- he never saw the promised land.
I never held you to any vow, But you trusted me completely, More than intelligence would allow; You were free, but I a slave to your fidelity.
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