Answer:
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.