They Call Him The Wanderer

Her blue eyes could steal a sailor from the sea
"Please don't let this be." He says 
"Come, please don't flee." She whispers  

He follows in a trance, while looking into her eyes
He wants to look back at the sea, he only tries
Her eyes that seem to hold the sea are just a disguise 
He has to choose who is going to get their last goodbyes 

He lets go of her hand 
He looks back at the sea, then at her lovely blonde hair strands 
He knows he can not live with his boat being unmanned 
"I'm, I'm sorry, this cant be the last time I feel the ocean sand." He says hesitantly
"Please!" She pleads "Stay with me, on dry land!"
"on dry land" it rings in his head 
"The ocean is where I stand." He says firmly