The sea Gods call, and I must go.
I must go down where the trade winds blow.
I must sail South through the midnight blue,
Through calm or storm, I shall sail with you.
For you are the one whom I would choose
To be at my side during life's long cruise,
And we'll leave the choice to chance or fate
To decide who is captain and whio is mate.
Though we may sail where the wild winds roar,
And the tide take our ship toward the rocky shore,
With you at my side, we'll steer straight and true.
May my life be a cruise, may the cruise be with you!
Recipe (for romance)
If you take a lot of loneliness
And stir it in a stew,
Then add a dash of daydreams
And perhaps a prayer or two,
Then blend them all together
And sprinkle with romance,
And serve it to a stranger.
Then, you've given love a chance!