Shadowless Seas
Nora, there is no artifice here, no court-martial, no foot soldier, no sailor’s boot to smite my lady’s womb. O rose, O love of my life, do not undo me with your chagrin, your concepts of nothingness. For no other reason than you, for no other cause than I love you, shall I sail the hopeless and indivisible oceans. O punish me, love, take my lowly heart and submerge it in salt water. In the midst of all the enemies of loving, in this crisis of storms, where fiend is friend, and friend is woe, I will worship you as though it were my last day. Take what is rightly yours,...
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