Georgas, Gray

The alabaster marble, I would have of. When lost is found and shaved, the timbers made of pine. I saved with thee and only did, because of you, so many times before you and I have. And I investigated nature, naught at all before you came. That boat where I you cast upon, vast horizon came before the sail unfurled. Actually and but that does not draw, my final destination, my life. You blowing free the wind the waves come move as was I, lost before. You for Me and as it was and often sit I long was offered loving, I was reduced and disillusioned. Missed It hit with sorrow open is my door, but you, I feared. I too you and called it forth it ran away ambition came from me, but in you, I feared to take the chance. However, at that, your time I yearned directly for the meaning my life. And now as I to you it us again I must in you to trust come raise the sail, Hot then when warmed, you knowing that and catch the wind of destiny. The place where those pilot, drive the boat, being free when lost in me, forever, wherever. Meaning your the one' hope put In order to is put. Perhaps, the life of it/it ends with dust, insanity, as for the others life, which does not have true meaning, feelings of security and indistinct is craving which are agony. Fears put at ease as when the boat you present a speacial place which yearns to drink in all the sea.