The Sea

Written by: Ross Walsh

Fair Lady,
Water swells and ebbs,
Gentle touch or raging storm,
Beauty, dignity, and honor born.
A force that lives,
So many faces,
Anger, joy, and sorrow.
Angel’s faces fall,
They are no rivals to her beauty.
So majestic,
Eyes that make great jewels look dull.
The sound of tides and music,
Are no different to me.
Crested waves and golden hair, 
Hold no difference for me.
Her flaws do not exist,
Perfection in every way.
Fair Lady,
I am yours.