• Oh pretty girl
    How the sea becomes you.
    Like a canvas in compairson
    To the main affair.
    Watching you dance and twirl,
    Oh pity, pity for the ruined dress.
    How it billows about you
    When you come to shore,
    And yet how it clings to you.
    One's gaze cannot leave
    Once it has rested apon your face;
    Your body.
    Are you but a dream?
    A torturous nightmare?
    Oh how seductivly cruel you are
    Teasing virgin of the subconsious.