The Repercussions of Impulse

Resting by the window,
Gazing to the sunset,
Isn't she a widow?
She refuses to admit it.

Off to sea her husband went;
To rolling waves and ripping tides.
'Twas there that his lif had been spent,
'Twas there that he'd found great surprise!

"A life's adventure!" he once said,
"Filled with honor, glory, thrill!"
To think, that someday he'd be dead.
The sea had chosen him to kill.

With her love so strong, eternal,
Through time she chose to tarry.
She sat there, however doubtful,
It was a burden she chose to carry.