A Pious Ocean

A girl has drowned me deep beneath an ocean.
I believe her bright eyes to light a fire,
yet I find there must only be ice in her ribbed den.
Unable to tread, I find my conscience to tire.

Her delight must be found in my pain,
for her bright eyes shine upon me not.
Even the strongest of my faith begins to wane,
when her lies show no Son begot.

Yet I find in my sea she must cast.
Perhaps it is Eden, and Eve has taken from the tree;
because when I reach the gate, I cannot get past.
Forever hooked in this Hell, I'll never be free.

         I bide my time with hope for now;
         He will grant mercy if she allow.