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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