Her eyes dazzle, like the rising of the morning sun,

Glinting from each rising swell of water.

As serene as a beautiful summer's evening,

The calming lapping of waves on the shore,

The beauty of a thousand seas.

As deep and mysterious as unexplored depths,

But as warm and comforting as a Caribbean sea,

Cleansing and washing away the aches of the soul.

With the temper and passion of a raging tempest,

None can stand in her determined way,

For good or for ill, her passion burns like the setting sun.

Her influence and wisdom is known to all,

But not all can share in her fame.

With curves so delicate and defined,

The waves to her hold no flame.

With passion and beauty to match,

The ocean that lies between us,

Did I ever stand a chance?

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An old poem, resurrected for a friend.