In the depths, the cool emerald, bubbling depths, a nuanced singing, a beckoning so clearly in the mysterious brine, white coral and sea anemones lazily waving in currents, I felt so very gifted in the lure of the sea, as little delicate seahorses were spinning by me, a slate colored octopus dashed away with its tentacles roiling the sediment, schools of timid fish, were as if in flight of aimless directions. I thought, how could I breathe without scuba gear ~ as the fathoms were so greatly deep, yet, I swam with ease, could it be but a woman mariner's dream? despite the elation of a humpback whale's calling medley, I felt a sudden distraction, then, as I hesitated, I saw him, a youthful merman, it was as if he was sculpted from scrimshaw, he had a muscular grace tapered into a lower physique with pearlescent scales and fins, as he moved his tail slowly, he had such an enchanting bearing. Sunlight flickered in thin ribbons adorning his long chestnut hair of silken strands bedecked with small elegant seashells, his eyes were oceanic blue, that regal Poseidon himself could not compare, and, of all who inhabit the sea, he began singing only for me. That fortunate day still lives so sweetly in my heart, as he gifted me with a precious pink pearl, he could not leave the sea, and, despite my being a mariner, I had many obligations on land, and my seafaring days soon were no more, yet, when I awaken from a slumber of dreams of softly kissing him, I longingly gaze at the pink pearl next to my bedside, and I will always know, he was my love eternally.