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The Mermaid

"I'm a mermaid," she said as she kissed me.

Ah! her kiss made me drunker than wine.

I'd been longing for the ocean in her blue eyes,

it was calling to the diver in mine.

She whispered, "I've got just a little bit of magic

from my home in this big blue lagoon--

join me tonight for a swim in the moonlight,

I'll make some magic for you."

 

The full moon was rising in Paradise

as I made my way down to the shore.

There I dove right into the water,

I just couldn't stand it anymore.

Here she comes, swimming up to meet me--

wraps her self around me like a glove.

As long as I live I never could tell

the magic of a mermaid in love.

 

Goddess of the crystal blue ocean,

sharing your mysteries with me.

When I'm with you I can breathe underwater

and swim beside you under the sea.

If I could stay here under the surface,

I would never go back to dry land!

Goddess of the crystal blue ocean,

Meet me here whenever you can.

 

The spell would be broken by sunrise,

but her "little bit of magic" was no lie.

We soared, freed by love, underwater,

free as two birds in the sky.

All too soon the sky began lightening,

the moon and the stars took their flight.

Our kisses were mingled with tears at the shoreline

where we promised to meet every night.

 

Goddess of the crystal blue ocean,

sharing your mysteries with me.

When I'm with you I can breathe underwater,

and swim beside you under the sea.

If I could stay here under the surface,

I would never go back to dry land!

Goddess of the crystal blue ocean,

make me a real merman.

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Written by
michael-s-simpson
74 / M / American
Published
Nov 11, 2010
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This is a song I wrote some time ago. I can't read it without hearing it as a song--

Copyright  2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.

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