The Sea is My Mistress

I love her.
She is my sky
       my morning
       my night
       my evening star
       my savior
       my keeper of my soul
       my keeper of my heart
       my love.

She tempts me in ways that I cannot always explain.
She puts me in situations that I cannot always get out of.
She destroys things that I cannot always replace.
She will hide things that I cannot always find.

She will hate me, I will love her.
She will hurt me, I will forgive her.

She gives me the rays from the sun.
She gives me the breeze from the wind.
She gives me the sky and all its beauty.
She gives me the world and more than I can ever ask for.
She gives me life.

The very blood that pulses through my veins longs for her; cries for her.
I am restless with out her.
I lose sleep when she is not around, when I cannot hear her breathing,
when I cannot see her natural beauty,
when I cannot take in a breath of her pleasent smell.

When I can, I am at peace.

What makes her so irrisistable?
Like a siren, she is.
Beautiful but terrible.
Forever Calling.