the little mermaid #11

‘You’d take my place, upon this wretched rock?’

Our Mermaid squirmed and gasped in grateful shock!

My dear, I was not made for love and war.

I am nothing but a Danish tourist’s whore,

The life of love was ne’er put to my mind.

I beg, you would not think yourself unkind

To take my offer in gladness and glee.

Freedom lies for you beneath the white sea.

The Mermaid flung her arms round David’s neck –

You are so dear and kind! But know this –

They do not come for you. They do not see your eyes.

I fear this life will be a black surprise.

Go, sweet girl. You’re made for sparks and love –

You belong not to our brash world above.

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