Dear Lady, loquacious in your speech, <br />the sea a pooling teardrop on your cheek, <br />I seek to navigate that flowing tear <br />though bluffs of treachery must soon appear <br />whose cliffs resist the reaching water's height <br />sustaining privilege through the mask of night; <br />my heart cannot propose to be alive <br />if I remain unequal in your eyes, <br />better I be slain by English ships <br />than to be an affront to your lips.<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/affront-to-your-lips-love-letters-to-a-lady-of-renown/
