My beloved, she is like the sea, In all of its ephemeral fancy, Casting waves to wash away, All hopes of glorious victory, And with such beautiful simplicity, She commands both heart and soul to her will. My beloved is a beckoning storm, Inviting lustful connotation Into her powerful wrath, Yet such infiltration shall fail, And embroiled in her merciless destruction, Will ceases to hold power. My beloved is the risen sun, Terminating dreams from blissful slumber, Her formidable heat renders resolve undone And when skin sears and blisters My solidity does encumber My beloved, she originates, From a dreamer’s lustful perception, My beloved I will find, For she is answer and question.