The sweetest of tears,
Golden girl cries,
As poems and songs,
Cascade from her eye's,
To honeycomb seas,
And coppertone skies.

The temperamental sea caresses,
Along the defenseless shore,
As gentle as a maiden undresses,
Or as hard as the hammer of Thor,
Likewise her moods they vary,
The helpless shore is me,
And as the comparison confesses,
My girls the wild sea.

My heart held captive,
Within a betrayal,
And to no avail,
My soul endures.
Love corrupts innocence,
And her tainted smile,
That so beguiles,
Holds no cure.

Once a believer,
Who caressed and sighed,
And lived a lie,
Of sweet embrace.
Now a prisoner,
Who can never escape,
Her poetic shape,
Her pretty face.