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She sleeps at the bottom of the sea,

a young virgin of the briny depths.

Sea moss her blanket to keep her warm,

while dreamy visions conjure in the mind.



Neptune the King guarding her domain,

while shelled chariots and ships float by.

Poseidon's depths flow over her breasts,

while urchins and dolphins frolic free.



Who is this mermaid of my dreams,

this woman I cannot rid from my mind?

This fantasy more vivid than reality,

burning in my depths throughout time.



She is my destiny, my love, my muse

which enables my mind and my pen.