Could
I Compare you to the Ocean?
Said by Sailors to a woman, In
fact the Mother of all. Her gentle
waves rushing to the Land, Her
Lover, Not unlike your Caress
to My skin.
The
coolness of you Surrounds me,
Promising Nothing, yet giving
all. Her Secrets, Not many Men
Will Know. The Few that will shall
never be the same again. For they
have Seen Heaven, Here on Earth.
Truly these are blessed by God,
himself: For they have seen His
Finest Miracle.
As She Moves through time, Her
Classic Roman beauty grows more
each day. How many times can a
Man be sure that She could Not
Possibly grow More Lovely, and
Yet, Be proven Wrong?
Her Mysteries are too much for
One Man to Comptemplate. For they
have Driven Men Mad Trying to
Own Her, Never Knowing that the
Secret is in the Sharing with
Her, Making you a King, with Her
as His Queen.
Showing She even controls time
it’s self in her belly. Revealing
Treasures that Many Men have Dreamed
of, Few have Seen, She Owns. The
Vastness of her being may never
be Understood, Just Accepted for
what she is, and Leave all Awestruck,
Just by her Presence.
