Where love's sweet song began, so pure and bright, A good man's heart, consumed by tender light. He cherished her, a treasure held so dear, With gentle touch, and love that calmed all fear.  He'd carve her name, on every piece of driftwood, A silent vow, misunderstood. Through sunlit days, and storms that fiercely raged, His steadfast love, a promise he engaged. He built a world, a haven safe and warm, Protecting her from life's impending storm. But fate's cruel hand, a blow both swift and deep, Another's claim, while his own heart did weep. She chose a path, that left his spirit bare, A broken heart, consumed by deep despair. Oh, the moon above, a witness to his tears, Each silent drop, a testament to years Of love untold, a boundless ocean's might, Now lost at sea, engulfed in endless night. A good man's love, a story drenched in pain, A heart of gold, forever stained with rain. His gentle soul, forever lost to grief, A love in vain, beyond all sweet relief.  Those carved names, washed away by the tide.