She returns again, looking for the sea, <br />looking, waiting, ever so patiently, <br />the tide of love slowly roles in, <br />with all its beauty and its sin. <br />Soothing warm water reaches her fingertips, <br />a taste of pure passion on her lips, <br />drenching her body as it comes ashore, <br />it whispers to her 'je suis l'amour'. <br />It kisses her breasts, and her eyes roll, <br />its lustful actions take their toll, <br />she bathes in the shallows where its safe to be, <br />and asks it to stay for eternity. <br /> <br />But the bright summers day, <br />soon fades away, <br />and the warm waters that took hold, <br />suddenly turn very cold. <br />Shes dragged out her depth, shaking with fright, <br />her cries for help echo in the night, <br />relentless waves come crashing down, <br />unable to swim she begins to drown. <br />Struggling for air and gasping for breath, <br />the fate that awaits her is far worse than death, <br />with a broken heart shes washed up ashore, <br />still searching for love, and craving it more.<br /><br />Donna Elouise James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-the-tide-of-love/
