I see her dancing in the waves
A sea of white on an ocean of blue
Graceful and wondrous as she plays
A dance so old and yet suddenly new

She splashes, soaks me through and through
Beckoning me to join in her dance
I swam to her, what else could I do
but meld with her and take a chance

Was she the one, my true mate perchance
Only the dance would tell if she were for me
Through intricate steps, she withdraws, I advance
Succumbing to her fluid grace our bond forms in the sea

Forever this bond shall endure
Destined to be, of this I am sure

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Letum, in the year 503 AD.