Can salt ever be such as sweet?
As a blooming rose in mid-may,
Or water ever hold the heat?
As beauteous entwined bodies lay.
Nay! Salt is pungent, water cold,
Its depths are deep and midnight black.
But that is how it keeps its hold,
Its beautiful mysteries do attract.
The sun, it sets, its hollowed rays,
Turns to one with the ocean blue.
Fire red and deep purple lays
Across the sky with solemn hue.
And night! Oh night! The chilling night,
Bathed in the silver of the moon
In its reflection filled with might,
When Heaven, stars, and sea commune.
But soft! Take care, just hear my final pleas.
I fell as prey to the call of the seas.
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