I will not verse on your beauty
For surely it has, and will inspire
Many a poet to match in metaphor
That which the artist’s eye does seek
I shall not write about your generosity
Though it has been plentiful
And gratefully received
You’ve given freely without reserve
While I am able
To give you only these
Simple words, spoken softly
Attempting to appease
The bestial sea
Between us
Perhaps one day
Salt water will carry you back to me