He is and was the man
She begins,
My eyes first saw,
In the first glance,
Captured the vivid tale
Behind him.
Singing aloud with
the net
Rolling on hand,
Both in waters and
on land
He was special.
Each day was full
of galore
His play, his fishing rod,
His song vibrant with love,
Mutual and reciprocal.
Alas! Time is not the same,
That day he came exhausted,
Fell in her feet,
Nor more this game,
He said, desired to meet
Her in the next world,
So sad, sad, closed eyes,
Gentle, a sign
with her arrival .
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