My Mermaid

A friend of mine, asked me to sculpt a 40'' high mermaid, for her home. When she sent me a description of what She should look like, I first wrote this. To the lady of the Sea I come at night to hear her sing There is nothing I can hide She seems to know most everything Can she see into my soul And feel the feelings dwelling there When she takes me by my hand And I touch her sparkling hair With lips so soft and wet And eyes of sea foam green Is she love from high above Or a temping evil fiend She leads me from a rocky shoal As we slip beneath the waves It'st true, that I will never know I gave life, to be her slave.