Amidst the waves that roll and crash below
A sailor stands, his heart a restless flame
His eyes transfixed upon the endless flow
Of sea and sky, a world without a name

The salty air that fills his lungs with life
Is sweet and sharp, a paradox of taste
He feels the spray of salt upon his skin
And revels in the beauty of this place

The sea, his lover, is a fickle thing
She tempts and teases with her endless sway
She whispers secrets that only he can hear
And takes his heart and soul without delay

The sailor knows that he will never leave
This love affair with sea will never cease.
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