The Sun And The Atlantic Tides Poem by George Samuel

At the atlantic bay
Thus my beautiful maiden lay
Fastenning her crush on the handsome sun
While desire burn and the hour run
On the rising tides fell the shadows
Of her past and vanish like the rainbow
The day dream of her ex
Sensitive pleasure of sex
Long she travelled wide on her flowery date
To meet the right candle burning at the gate
Her home return cooled by the right breeze
Gave her a feeling o she freeze
Till that sun which gave her that wamth
And everlasting glue which can't be apart
Which can't be wrong like the tides
Until whatever betide