Little mermaid...I am unraveled clasped in the hands of thy heart. Pressed to its breast, I am found far less savage, and, wanting lack, suffer the encounter. The sweet incursion runs, as rain, 'cross the tops of autumn leaves collected pools reflecting moonlight in the Even.
Cherub of good tiding strike me 'pon the shoulder attention not garnered thus. She turns me slowly, on the wheel of her dalliance, carefully making and unmaking. Ah..what exotic flavours reside therein the taste experienced not yet.
Run with thy brethren, as thou art wont, playing in thy aquatic vivarium. You can never be lost to me as thy song continually calls to me. Alack and alas! You cannot take on the mantle of men. I cannot be as they who dwell in the sea. Many thought thee the stuff of imagination and fancy, but thy unconditional love is ever real to me.
...I love thee little mermaid.
