The ships have sailed, the battle has begun
And as I write this letter the seven seas will never overcome the love I have for you.
As the bottle that once held the nectar of drunken scallywag runs dry, it has now become my messenger.
The messenger holds a message, a map that will guide you to the most accurate pathways of my emotions.
Now as they force me to walk on the wood that was once the tree we climbed on when we were children.
The smell of the salt has become a dagger to my heart.
But, I know my messenger will deliver the message.
And as you read it don't even think twice to try to save me.
A hero can't save a princess if the hero is in another castle.
But, if I had a chance to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing.
This was for you
This was for you
This was for you
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