The Ocean has its silent caves, Deep, quiet, and alone; Though there be fury on the waves, Beneath them there is none. The awful spirits of the deep hold their communion there; And there are those for whom we weep, The young, the bright, the fair.

Calmly the wearied seamen rest Beneath their own blue sea. The ocean solitudes are blest, for there is purity. The earth has guilt, the earth has care, unquiet are its graves; But peaceful sleep is ever there, Beneath the dark blue waves

She was a pulchritudinous woman who lived by her natural comeliness. She was like a masterpiece that not many people had. Her resplendency can delectate everyone and make them fall into her arms in an instant. She is a resplendent oeuvre impeccably made by the engenderers up there. Many people are jealous of her because of the impeccability she has. Greasepaint her escorted by crayons, make her be diffused intensity as well as grace from circumvented by her creature. Paint her with watercolour together with the colours that should run like rain. Paint her considering that you fondness for her, the appearance of her precise environment. Paint her as a martyrize escorted by a chaplet of thorns, paint her as the sinner placing the chaplet. Place her in prison with the key in her mouth, make the key in her mowreathke her trepidacious to open the enclosure and surface what's outside.

Paint her as the daffodils in a field, paint her considering the drought that kills them. Paint her as the ocular perceiver of heaven escorted by her radiating resplendency, and paint her as the jealous clouds that shelter her face. Paint her as a saviour, paint her as consigning to perdition, please artist, joint her as she was.