Madeira’s sea breeze whispers through the pane,

A necklace before me, ungiven, I cannot ordain.

Echoes of the great sail still grand,

Now memories fading, like footprints in sand.

I dwell in the Atlantic’s jewel so bright,

Writing love letters that won't see your sight.

A postcard I thought to send your way,

Yet with paper unfolded, words wouldn’t stay.

Alone, I wander Funchal’s lanes,

Seeking delights of the earth's finest treats,

Dreaming of moments when we finally date.

Sunrises in splendor, sunsets so grand,

Yet without your face, they pale, they strand,

Beauty around me, but empty, unplanned.

Here, revelry dances both night and day,

Songs in the air, where the festive stay.

But I must set sail, no longer delay,

For this traveler’s heart has been led astray.

Soon, I’ll depart this Atlantic gem,

To speak the words I’ve longed to send.

Now I must set sail, and follow love’s flight,

For this traveler’s heart is yours by right.

I’d trade this Atlantic’s most radiant pearl,

To tell my love to the fairest girl.

—— some time at 21st century