from a lost and lonely island

to my one true first love

i am not dead
though neither am i living

i have died so many deaths
but yet not come to final rest

when we were young
our love it was forever
this we promised with sacred solemn vows

but life has since so proven
a terrible tumultuous sea
since last i left your honey bosom

i truly lived to see the day
that i might nestle there with you again

but mistress fate, she had decided
this would never come to be

some time ago i found myself
washed up along this forlorn rocky shore

fortune having spared me certain doom
as my ship was sunk and broken
in some fierce forgotten storm

this is a lost and lonely island
of this i am quite sure

my hope and prayer spoke here
through these scribbled scrawls
within this sealed and weathered bottle
long surrendered to the tides

one such as you might come to learn
your precious love was never wasted

this letter from a lost and lonely island
is testament to your love and pure devotion
that til this day does nurse my thirsty soul
with faint and slender drops of grace and hope

i am not dead
though neither am i living

i know i'll never taste again
your tears of joy and sorrow
i know that this i stole
away from thee and me
for that i am as sorry
as one could ever be

this letter from a lost and lonely island
is all i have to offer
with deepest thanks
and sweet delicious memory