Foreign Lander

I’ve been a foreign lander for seven years or more.
Among the brave commanders where wild beasts howl and roar.
I’ve conquered all my enemies on land and on the sea, but you, my dearest jewel,
'tis you have conquered me.
I cannot build a ship of love without the wood of trees.
The ship would burst asunder should I prove false to thee.
If ever I prove false, love, the elements would moan.
The fire would turn to ice, love, the seas would rage and burn.
Have you heard the mourning dove?
She’s flying from pine to pine.
She’s mourning for her own love the way I mourn for mine.
I lie awake out in the night.
I see the shining stars.
I wonder if you see them too wherever you are.
I’ve been a foreign lander for seven years or more.