These old tall ships, how romantic they seem Sails blowing in the wind, look how this old wood gleams Sailors are in love with their ships, how can this be
The captain is so much in love, he calls this ship she
Some say within these walls, a mystical lady lives, soon you will see
For tonight from these walls, her eyes will be looking down at thee
They say I drank to much rum, and that very well may be
Last night I could have sworn, this sailing beauty made love to me Down from these old walls, she seemed to just glide
I am telling you, she gently floated, right down by my side This beautys hands, passionate and soft, like silk they did seem
She caressed my whole body, then she made sweet love to me
In disbelief I shut my eyes, I swear this is no lie
When the night was all over, she was gone, not even a goodbye With anticipation I wait, for that magical night to come again
For this mystical lady in the ship, I have fallen in love with, my friend
Land lover no longer I will be, now I sail this ship,
for I am her captain, way out here at sea
I will always love this mystical lady, who each night,
makes magical sweet love to me
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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