The Ebbing of the Tide
I think of him when ebbing of the tide
But not really him but what I thought was
Him, I was in love with love now wave ride
Waiting for tide's return bringing love as 'twas
Love is gone on the waning of the moon
The marsh is bone dry not even trickle
No boats can leave docks, with nature commune
While waiting tide's return friend, foe, obstacles
Maybe tide will come rushing carrying
Amore' or romance's spirit upon
Its whitecaps like the knight in armour shining
Who rides from his white horse the battle done_
Man will fail in his life's undertakings
Where man fails, God's love constant abiding
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