The ocean’s child

The ocean was his child

He played with while away

The sky was an absconder

From a royal’s dour day

He listened to the ‘Helmsman’

His wife (one day) – would replace

Gravity – sincerity

His choice – his saving grace

I will endear myself to thee

And give honour to the Crown

For ever and for always, Sir

My role – your daughter – grown

The steps were high and hard to climb

A reproachful life absorbed

Like a butterfly with wings of steel

In his Imperial form

Misunderstood by some at large

Beloved by most nearby

The years they may not mellow him

Or deliver a new dawn

A life of duty served with pride

A love ne’er to surpass

With a wry grin and a hand to hold

A mournful monarch’s torn

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