Rating: G
Summary: CotBP. A short poem (concerning Elizabeth) written from Norrington's perspective. I've had it written for a while, but I never got around to posting it.

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For you, I will lose my composure.
For you, I won’t know what to say.
For you, I will face my most terrible fears.
For you, I have lived ‘til this day.

For you, I will risk my own safety.
For you, I will put forth all haste.
For you, I will disregard all laws and orders.
For you, it will not be a waste.

For you, I will sail o’er the ocean.
For you, I will search through the night.
For you, I will go without sleep or nutrition.
For you, I will tirelessly fight.

For you, I will see my own failure.
For you, I will right what is wrong.
For you, I will give the one thing I desire.
For you, I will evermore long.

For you, I will learn to let go.

aw, that's so sweet!! I luv it!!

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

I love the repetition and how you stressed the last line. I think most of the poem had a wistful/hopeful/longing air to it, but at the very end you tinged it with a bit of sorrow. very nice!

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