Sail away my forlorn lover,
Into your hands I submit my loss.
Whosoever said one has to hold on,
when giving away in the best pawn.
I wish the goodness of honey,
Fragrant with life's humour
white, blue of clouds and foam,
bathe in sunshine , pleasure roam.
Be a merry heart is what I ask,
Not to sail in waters hate,
Not all friendships are giant vessels,
Some sail away,
some anchored in the docks!
A merry heart goes a long way,. Your world you win,
If you ever feel serville,
backwards row to be mine!