On Shore of She

I cannot leave the shore of she,

Her crystal eye as far as mine can see,

Is a great stretch of a Siren’s sea,

Her clashing songs lead ears to love;

This buried heart beneath the sand

Beats in synch with my own and—

The flow that ebbs I touch with my hand,

She caressingly flood my skin with love;

Never could I thought this deep blue

Would be a symbol of my love for you,

Red was always the loving hue,

But now I know no color can shape my love;

Love like her highest wave,

Could pass for a mountain range,

Her softening blue shows her immortal age,

And our immortal waves of love