Penelope: A poem about faithful love
"Hear that lonesome river cry,
as its passing waters tumble by.
Achelous song will sooth your soul,
as the force of nature takes control.
A siren's voice will bring you close,
a spirit no man should provoke.
To hear them call and still resist
is strength of heart, eternal bliss.
As you move from sinking sands,
remember where your love began.
As you stand on rocky cliffs,
feel her in the ocean's mist,
sense her touch against your lips,
every curve along her hips.
Hear her in the silent sun.
So one day when the war is done
and you return from your Odyssey,
she'll give her love beyond the seas,
your True Love, Penelope."
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