Swept Off Your Feet © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The sea sprite sings an ancient song
that haunts the waves that ride the sea;
The story of a love gone wrong,
Here is the tale it sang to me...

Deep in the oceans, love beguiled
a wave with sparkling mist filled eyes;
grown to beauty, strong and wild,
prone to tease and tantalize!

She'd toss and turn her curly head,
and laughing flee from deep tide's reach;
To lose herself alone instead,
upon a lusty, sandy beach.

She'd drift around the ocean's crest,
seeking far and wide to find
true love that she might one day rest,
and leave her wanton ways behind.

One stormy night as she was blown,
from tempest sea to windy shore;
She beheld a rock of blackest stone,
and pledged her love forevermore.

She gazed upon the stone's dark might,
that trapped her erstwhile fickle heart,
That sternly glowered through the night,
at space that kept them both apart.

She yearned to become one with land,
to feel the rock, distant, unknown;
But who could hope to understand
a heart chiseled of blackest stone...?

The rock, it stood and held it's ground,
not wavering for one heartbeat;
All pleas were deliberately drowned,
determined to demean, defeat.

She flung herself upon the stone,
that wretched bit of poor love's fool,
and crashed in surf, torn and forlorn,
her tears became a rocky pool.

My dears, beware of such deceit,
and ne'er be swept so off your feet.