The Life You Save May Be Your Own
Your face, it launch’d a thousand ships.
I sent them out to bring you home.
I couldn’t do what Paris did
And mount you on a Trojan throne.
Your beauty is not trophy-esque,
No amber preserved fly are you,
Your beauty is your clarity:
It told me what I had to do.
I saw lighthouses in your eyes,
They cast warm light on inky seas,
I did not know as I sailed out,
That they had shone for you and me.