My Woman

I love you!
You of kelp.
You of white sea foam.
You of surf and tide.

The Sea, she calls to me.
Her tides lick at my heart.
This woman I want to know!

Beauty is in her majestic expanse,
And in her awesome prowess.

Her bed is made of mother of pearl,
And her blanket is the morning fog.

My name she calls!
But, I have a woman,
Who waits upon the shore,
Expecting my return.

For her I must sail home,
But I will love The Sea,
Forever more.

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