You are not a pond, but an ocean, deep,

Where secrets and ancient corals sleep.

A tide that pulls with the moon's soft will,

And in your calm, the universe is still.

I sail your waves of feeling, vast and true,

And find my home, my compass, always you.

Her eyes hold galaxies not yet conceived,

In dreams, the fabric of the world is weaved.

A mermaid singing lunar lullabies,

Beneath the canvas of the twilight skies.

She walks in realms where others seldom tread,

A soul by stardust and intuition led.

You feel the sorrow of a falling leaf,

And grant the weary world a sweet relief.

Your heart, a sponge for every joy and ache,

A sacred, selfless, sometimes fragile lake.

I'll be the shore that holds your gentle tide,

Where in my arms, your tenderness can hide.