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My mistress wears a shroud
that hides her beauty within.
Her depths; never, may I master
Her charms never to win.

I plunge myself deep within her arms
Her beauties to explore
My passion for her does swell
and leaves me ever breathless for more.

I long to become one with her
for I need to feel her breath.
But such a careless gesture
would cause me certain death.

In the eyes of my Mistress
my Master will be.
For only God could create in thee
my life, my love, my passion, the sea.