(with apologies to Bill Shakespeare)

Shall I compare thee to an ocean wave?
Thou art more lucid and more bountiful.
Rough winds do shred the swelling buds of Sea,
And open swell hath all too short a pull.

Sometime too big the arm of neptune shoves,
And often is his aqua bivalve weak;
And every pearl from pearl sometime declines,
By chance, or marine’s changing course, off peak;

But thy eternal radiance shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that pearl thou ow’st,
Nor shall shore brag thou breaketh on his sand,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.

The depths of thy soul are much deeper
When you look upon my rough visage
The tug on my heart far steeper
Love-strewn treasure for pillage

Thy lips more resolute
Yet kisses more delicate
With caresses more fluid
Dispelling the celibate

  So long as i can breathe, mine eye can see,
  So long my love, and this gives lustre to thee