Far away on the distance sea,
Your lovely face I long to see.
When’re the seas in anger foam and roar,
And in anguish, oceans their peril laid bare.
When the vessel on which we commute and toil
Wrestles with the swell and the deep:
Tossing us up and down.
And the sail and anchor seems not to avail
Your semblance is always there
To buoy my nerve and bid hopes to keep.