Love by the Sadistic Sea

As the crimson sky gleams,
And the gentle waves tap,
The patient tortured rocks,
I look into your liquid eyes,
And feel unmistakeable warmth.
As the languid breeze caresses,
And the urgent sea tows,
The loyal sand,
You press my nervous hand,
And a surge of joy beats,
Through my longing soul.
But, the inflamed sky turns bleak,
And the waters whisper knowingly,
Prophecies of moments to come:
You blink away the warmth,
And withdraw your loving hand.
So I stand injured and alone,
No more than a fool, bitter.
While the rocks yawn,
The wind cackles, and
The nasty waves titter.