His sea siren

She is his naiad

His sea siren

His bathing beauty

Of the sea

Skin lightly kissed by the sun

Water droplets eagerly clinging

To her

Happiest wearing only the white tipped waves

Of the ocean

She is tied to the sea

To the breakers

And what lies beneath

Restless when away

Her balance is restored

Upon her return

Where she can bask

In the majesty of the waves

Letting the sea sing to her

Becoming one with it

Again