It was the last night of that wicked March,
a month that only brought miseries for Jane.
Of broken relationships and evil crimes,
Jane had lost everything that she owned.
Jane was now afraid of the familiar darkness,
her life, unstable, her dreams, collapsed.
Yet, Jane found hope in a glass of wine,
and every little pieces of shattered bottle.
“The world is evil and bad” they said.
“But I’ll overcome the bad” Jane believed.
And here Jane was, waiting for the ship
that will take her anywhere but away from here.
Jane will not tell you of how we met, on this ship
and, I was asked to take an oath, to hide our story.
The land was far away and Jane was there by my side,
with her glass of Champagne and water all around us.
Jane is not sad anymore and Jane will not weep,
Jane will put darkest of her memories to sleep.
Our weekend getaway is just coming to an end,
“Let us sail the earth, just you and me” Jane said.