I sailed to distant Grecian isles
To bestir you’re slumber.
Beset by sirens’ craving smiles,
Our ship was led asunder.
In due course, we made it, tho,
And with tyme to spare.
I kissed you on your lips—your glow
Made the night sky rare.
You opened up your arms to me,
Into which I climbed.
You thanked me for your setting-free
As we made up lost time.