As winds do change so bend the knee of saints,
Where gratitude’s treasured troves hath been stored
In vaults feeble recounting thy complaints
Of sinking ships, whose lost course, once adored
Until melancholy squall storms thy heart,
And love doth surely to sunless depths sink
That dissonant drums do fade and depart
Muffling dreams and striking chords on the brink
Yet, floating upon seas of joy all dare,
For love is a tempest robust in might,
And royal sails uplifted vessels wear
So, for whom this promise live doth fight
I thy valiant servant, Sun’s splendid knight
Will thine path at sea be thy guiding light.