Gentle like the timid sun
When for the first time is out for fun.
Then pulling off the cloak of her innocence,
Revealing the beauty of her deligence.
You are like the reason of the hay,
That glitters in the day.
Though thee have i not seen,
But your words tells me who sea is:
Like the mother eagle,
Who for all sake cobble
The safety of her eaglets,
Veiling them from death.
You've sewn your words
Like a cloak around me,
Girded me with love and make me drink from the gourd,
Of your own sea!
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