Every day <br />Melanie May <br />Walks down the shore, <br />Along the bay. <br /> <br />She isn't pretty, <br />But as she goes <br />She looks a lovely <br />Wind-blown rose. <br /> <br />I see the waves <br />Come surging over <br />And fall about <br />Her feet in foam. <br /> <br />She is a slender <br />Tender <br />Lovely rose, <br />From her wind-blown hair <br />To her sprightly toes. <br /> <br />She is a dream, <br />A lovely rose, <br />And my desire comes <br />Surging, <br />Surging over, <br />And falls about her toes.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melanie-may/
