You Can Begin to Make Your Dreams All Come True...

I changed it, I did, I'm sorry....

This was the original post, but my heart was sore for the Sailor who was.

I stood a little away from him, watching him, watch the ship, and I could see him reliving days gone by.

He ran away from home to the Navy and they provided him a new home, a stability he was looking for. He's always going to have a space in his heart for them. I met the sailor and loved him, and cried sore when the ship left, but when the ship came back, my heart was happy.

He couldn't bear seeing me so sad when he left, so he left earlier than he should. And despite my joy at having him with me always, I'm always a bit sad that he hung his uniform up early.

All the nice girls love a sailor, and I did. I met a few, but I only love this one.