My Love, the sea, is calling me
she summon's me,
from shore's that be
her eyes elude's,
too hue's of green
a tempest she be,
those mood's of blue
alluring to me,
wee morning mist
with sweet ambrosia,
she moisten's my lip
what playful taunt's,
those splash's be
from her bounty be
a cast upon my feet
that voice she hides
from shell's of sea
come to me,
my soul in need
she calls to me,
those moistened lips I felt
her scent now lingers,
her voice now enticing me
for Sea be calling me
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