Sea

Turn my way and you will see a girl with eyes hues of the sea.
Enchanted will thee be by the sights that you see not in the way that they look, but for all that they see
Would you be willing to set your sail free, to hoist your mast highly and trust in the breeze
The sun brightly shining nourishing and feeds the soul on the surface and depths blind to see
Adventures beyond, you, me and the sea, would you share at the helm that would guide like a steed
The hues of the girl, her eyes, and the sea, contain rarest treasures only the mariner may see.
Would you choose to go windward, leeward or bear away, or choose the direction merely based on the day
Or would it would it depend on the girl with the eyes shades of gray, green, blue aqua, salt from tears that she's cried
As they flowed to the ocean creating buoyancy of sustain, the sailboat, the vessel, has a home there been made