I've seen your tears much before

When you lived your life as the only commodore 

of your own ship

Sailing across the oceans of your desires 

Seeking the treasures that can sustain your internal fires 

 

You sought them not in the material emptiness of this life

But you chased them in the pursuit of a beautiful wife

Yet the women you pursued left you empty and wanting 

Just the very thought of it now gives you a feeling of haunting.

 

Let's scroll back to the visions of the past

When the wind reverberated through your mast 

And you thought you'd be happy at last

So things were moving rather fast

 

I see that you thought you would be complete

 in this girl who you thought was attractive and neat

Next to you she would take a seat only because she wanted your presence 

And like peasants you served The Lord of your lust 

And she sought to please you and do all that she must 

But that wasn't enough to hold firm your love 

And now you only dream that she will leave with a hug

 

Was it worth it?

You argue that for experience sake 

Lose your virginity and in turn

Consume heart ache 

But I don't understand the reason 

Nor do I get the treason you live in against your future bride

 

You adulterate her when you try to hide with someone else's future wife who physically and emotionally to you is tied.

 

Do you see what I mean?

Every action you give to her you take from her groom 

You sweep the floor with a dirty broom going from subject to subject

Till you are fat and doomed 

And you say, "That's ok I'm just in my youth." 

So you will sit in the kissing booth of the carnival of life

And wait till a girls image will come across that will suffice 

But that will leave you more empty than before

 because you never learned to lock your door

 

Is that what you want? The pain you feel now because she left you was because you exalted her above your most chief affections and now that you've lost her attention you are starved of the satisfaction she gave you. How depressing

 

So I will offer some advise.

What you would attribute to fate and I to God has the power to dictate the future person that you will date and marry. In the end, if you end up friends is that not better than an almost lover? Are you willing to risk your friendships so that you may be filled 

although your common grounds are killed? 

Befriend your wife before she is 

drink only after all the fizz

And you will come to know

The future promises a providential glow 

So why not wait and see what the future has for you and I will do the same for me. Does that not rid the time In-between of pain and despair? Or do you even care 

Noticing that when you give yourself to a women you share, you are really losing yourself to gain fleeting emptiness and vanity oh the insanity and yet this is humanity losing all for the sake of gaining nothing.

And I warn you, the traveling ahead can be rather fair if you sail not into the hurricanes that will dare 

And give you only loss 

 

Patience shall guide you to the shores that will restore you, but also I warn you. Do not think that the person you wed can truly rescue you from dread, but instead, hope in something less shaky. For one day you both will shrivel and die under the heat of the sun and the beams of the sky your skin will turn and burn and fry your children will weep and cry the philosopher will sit pondering asking why and then you will be forgotten...

Heed what I say. She will come, but don't trust in today. For like rum, it will leave you hungover and sickly and you will seek something else temporal and fickly. Wait for tomorrow and when it does come, let love be selfless and beat to the drum of something like service a melody hummed of something so sweet as genuine agape 

 

You command the ship where it goes, lead it not to the storm of woes. Know the pain that you now fear and guide the vessel that you now steer.