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Afloat on a sea of passion Without a compass or chart, But the glow of your eye shows the sun is high, By the sextant of my heart. I know we are nearing the tropics By the languor that round us lies, And the smile on your mouth says the course is south And the port is Paradise.

We have left grey skies behind us, We sail under skies of blue; You are off with me on lovers’ sea, And I am away with you. We have not a single sorrow, And I have but one fear— That my lips may miss one offered kiss From the mouth that is smiling near.

There is no land of winter; There is no world of care; There is bloom and mirth all over the earth, And love, love everywhere. Our boat is the barque of Pleasure, And whatever port we sight The touch of your hand will make the land The Harbour of Pure Delight.

ASTROLABIUS (THE CHILD OF ABELARD AND HELOISE)