Ever closer the ship came to the shoreline. Closer to meet his love.
Beginning to weep, his tears fell unbridled. Nervously he wrung his hands,
what would he say, what would be said in return?
He saw his love and their eyes held as he made his way down the wooden
dock, ever slowly. Closer he walked towards his long-suffered for love,
his mind full of confusion and despair and guilt for all he could not do,
all he left behind him.
Inching his way closer, he dropped to his knees, the warmth of the soft
sand spreading out between them. He found his head being cradled as the
sob left his lips, finally able to grieve, to ask forgiveness. "I could
not sway her," he cried out, hands hitting his breast.
Suddenly he found himself being held in a tight embrace, his hair being
stroked lovingly. "Sh, my love, you did all you could, tis not your
fault," came a soothing voice that belied the tears falling from the face
that held him closer still. "Our daughter made her choice, it was hers
alone."
The End.
