Cupid Tides

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On seashore, ringing tides tease;
sweet lovers’ rapture in the breeze,
what would the beauty of the beach be;
Without their aura, just a modest sea

the washed away seashells, glisten;
with God’s golden touch, cupid realm,
their foot imprints on wet sand’s face;
and enamored eyes in ecstasy embrace

abandoned alone, would the beach be;
without the passionate hearts to see,
the tides arise and jump in delight;
on the sight of kisses in twilight.

Written & Submitted By:
© sharmi



Music: ‘By The Sea’ © Bruce DeBoer