love awaits

[cacian]

how alluring
love can be
it moves slowly
just like the sea
crosses the sands
to wetted lands
rock well is fell
to sun oblige
rushed and glide
particle grind
glisten and shun
suntan is hunt
and sweet is ran
but then returns hurridly
blind
towards the mines
of tidal wild
horizon waves
naval to raid
leaving no wond
to chance a fond
and bathed ran
is laid unwant
shore is but fend
hardly a saint
and love is quit
possible myth
temporal fits