Isla Del Encanto
Thirty years ago I met a woman on a not so secret island
while I was still a sailor dressed in white.
She showed me all around and said, “this is my land”,
Puerto Rico, the land of enchantment alright.
She lived in old San Juan and I was at the base,
many miles covered the distance between the two.
It was on the week ends that I got to see her face
and do the things young lovers often do.
The romance wasn’t error free, there were moments
when she feared how dug into this she was getting.
Not one to be shy or take a backward step I’d foment
during this moment of doubt, on us I was betting.
Neither you or I have all day to cover every little detail
so I’ll cut to the chase so that neither will be harried.
The fomenting I did must have taken her off of the rail,
because for the last thirty years we’ve been married.
Submited for Girlsisy's 'Secret Island' challenge
By AlwaysMyWords
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