Every day
Melanie May
Walks down the shore,
Along the bay.
She isn't pretty,
But as she goes
She looks a lovely
Wind-blown rose.
I see the waves
Come surging over
And fall about
Her feet in foam.
She is a slender
Tender
Lovely rose,
From her wind-blown hair
To her sprightly toes.
She is a dream,
A lovely rose,
And my desire comes
Surging,
Surging over,
And falls about her toes.
Nicely done, Tan. You are a fine poet with an abundance of talent. All my best-Faith
This is a wonderful poem Tan! Its very beautifully written...simple, sweet superb! Zainab
A poem written beautifully from such tender feelings. You are a true poet by nature.
Very nice Tan, there's a quiet message here, I like it very much. Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TAN...AH, the images that can be created when one takes Romance to the shore. Nice piece, and it sparkles of uniquity. Why is that you say, with the many millions of Romance by the seashore verse out there? Simple...This is the first one I've ever read where the girl/woman is not portrayed as a Renaissancesque beauty.Good capture.