Come Young Pirates, Part X I I - Roving Tides Of Innocence Poem by Captain Cur

Sweet roses and eglantine bloom
Enriching scents with mild perfume
Sweeping in an emotive blush
Weaving outward to the touch.
The sea bequeaths this gentle balm
Beneath vestiges of its calm,
Befalling each enchanted glance
With eyes unmeasured in expanse
Hypnotic powers in her sway
Which hold the continents at bay;
Champion's life, her honored guest,
Communal milk flows through her breast
Beginnings Indelibly traced
Beyond oceanic memory.
Who would not court this fevered dream
With gallant dances in graceful mien
So little the sea requires
But on her we heavily rely
Her life a visual pleasure gives
In roving tides of innocence.