She the Sea

Ditto to Stephan's comments, almost all of them anyway... I don't think this is tremendously fascist but he has more facial hair than I do.

I only have time for a very quick metric fix so here goes, and I'll come back and talk to you later if you want.

Although I'm miles away, I know;

She's temperamental and bizarre,

I close my eyes and see her, wild,

In much the way some females are.

On stormy days, beware her wrath,

She tosses back her liquid mane,

And wallows in her murky berth;

Then laughs with cold and vain disdain.

She has no thoughts of irritants

That cross her face in such a way

She deals with those she wants to see

And goes about her daily sway

She waves with such majestic awe,

So variable is her essence,

Her havoc often accidental,

Be wise; approach in her quiescence.

OK, it's not perfect but perhaps you can see the slight differences a more regular meter gives you, ensuring that your rhymes fall in the right places when you read aloud.