Spanish Moss drapes the stones

Where lovers mourn the dusty bones

Of ghosts that forever languish,

Eternally bound by bitter anguish,

To the roiling harbor, the merciless sea,

Where still more of their brethren be.

And beneath the streets of cobblestones gray,

The souls and spirits slowly fade away

'Til nothing is left of them but the cries

Pleas, and regrets of unsaid goodbyes.

Magnolia trees and oleander blooms

Mark the place where fate 'ever looms

O'er those foolish enough to impart

The gift upon another of their heart.