Glory be to the beautiful one
That woke the dawn
With her melodious song.
A lilting voice sweeter than the ripest of fruits
That carried above the keyboard of trees
And captured her listener mute.
Her song reached the peak of turbulent waves,
Bringing the strongest of sailors to their knees,
And echoed throughout the ocean floor caves.
My heart swelled with pride,
As my love strummed her fingers through her long, golden hair,
And struck a high note with a cry.
My siren maid charmed her ways
Into the hearts of many a man all with a single note,
But no other can love her more than I,
For my love will not fade.
I am not a mortal man hypnotized by her games,
Yet my heart is imprisoned by her song.