Beckoning me down to the shore
He taciturnly touched my heart as cupid to the very core
Where seagulls do swoop down and land
We make indents into the sizzling sun-drenched sand
But our footprints are stolen by the tide
To a child, I am not magically mentioned in the sand as a merwoman, for my burly legs strongly stretch and burrow wide
Seashells, seashells, the gust of wind does sway you
Barren landscape, bare skin, the sea washes away my name
So that I can with gaiety start a new chapter; a new game
But his heart may wander away as he too glances with adventure across the blissful bay
For sea shore summer lust, lacklustre may not be here to stay

Honeysuckle on a branch,
Elderflowers in the breeze,
Lillies swaying in the grass,
Roses presented from you to me.

Brightly colored coral on the ocean floor,
A laughing otter dances with me,
A shuffling crab along the shore,
A merwoman swims so free.

Embracing clouds oh way up high,
Singing birds tweeting through the morn,
The moon of course is mine all mine,
In the midst of this a flower is born.

And so I've found the beauty in everything,
I've harnessed it and made it mine,
And so I've done every possible thing,
But there's still no you and I