Mare Nectaris

Infused with her halcyon midnight eyes    
a palmy moonbeam spake tranquility,    
upon our nuptial bed, and Terran skies,    
and aqueous humor ability    
which all became her serene seas of love,    
waiting for me to deeply take the plunge    
that all the maids of Tethys have heard of    
and each subsequently fathoming lunge    
ever to founder a sailor ashore    
on the lush delta of damsel demand    
where treasure frequently buried for more    
navigation at a later command...    
plumbs a limpidity beyond compare    
at all of the nymphaeum glory there!