I reminisced the good times we had,
the times you hugged away my fears
and whispered sweet nothings in my ears.
Sweet nothings that once meant the world to me. ...
Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night
A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light;
The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,
Forgetful of the fury of her gales;
To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,
And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!