Finding myself,
In the rays of wake,
As my room is filled,
With a supernal source of life

Rising from,
The shackles of rest,
Adapting once more,
To a familiar sight

Flooded up to my waist,
By a liquid mirror,
Glancing thoughtlessly,
Looking for a disease

But something in there,
Has quietly born,
She rose,
I looked at her,
A maid of mer

Left with no doubts,
I approve this beautiful bond,
Although shy and scared,
One heart we shared

Even myself,
Feeling new and refreshed,
I am only a fish,
I heard her say,
But of this I didn't care,
Ready to devote to her,
The rest of my days