Pirates of the Hearts

Pirates of the Hearts

Upon the waves where tempests roar,
I sail to thee, my love, once more.
A pirate bold, yet lost at sea,
For in thy gaze, I cease to be.

Thy face, the moon on waters wide,
A silver glow, my compass guide.
Thy voice, the siren’s sweetest song,
That calls me home where I belong.

The sea may rage, the winds may weep,
Yet for thy love, the course I keep.
No treasure gleams like eyes so deep,
Nor pearls outshine the tears they weep.

Thy touch, the tide that pulls me near,
Thy lips, the rum I hold most dear.
No storm nor wreck shall tear apart,
This pirate bound to thee in heart.

So hoist the sails, love’s voyage starts,
We are the Pirates of the Hearts.

- Natturion 




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