I people watch and this write was inspired by seeing a woman sitting in a gazebo.

When he built the gezebo, he did it with care,
Knowing his love would sit and wait for him there.
Everytime he went to sea, she would always cry,
It would break his heart, everytime he would have to say good-bye.
Tansy Rose, the most beautiful woman, his eyes had ever beheld,
Each time he looked at her, the love within him did swell.
When he first saw her, he knew she was the love of his life,
His happiness began the day she became his wife.
They bought a little cottage by the sea,
Life was so happy, the way it should be.
Their cottage was secluded, far from town,
They had their own paradise, no one was around.
Then came the day, he returned to sea,
Tansy Rose cried and cried, she was so unhappy.
He felt a cold chill, was this the hand of fate?
He left Tansy Rose in the gazebo, where she would wait.
A storm wrecked his ship, he washed up on the sand,
With a picture of Tansy Rose held tightly in his hand.
Years passed he bearly survived,
The thought of his Tansy, kept him alive.
He was finally rescused by a ship and came home,
He knew that his Tansy was scared and alone.
He rushed to the gazebo, with wings on his feet,
His heart was joyous, his Tansy he would soon greet.
Tansy Rose sat holding his picture, had pined away,
Just her skeleton was waiting in the gazebo that fateful day.