So often courted in morning sunrise
A thousand suitors who come to beacon
In awe as one by one beau's savoring
This magnificence they have come seeking
Late clouds gather amongst darkening night
Orange purple skies add splendors of light
Yet a fickle lady leaves with no one suitor
Magically disappearing snow white waves alone
Evening approaches in twilight's gleaming
Too soon this lady vanishing no mate chosen
As Scarlet vermilion hearts wait for morning
Those left to court in mist are quickly frozen
A majestically fading Sun falls and hides
Shadowed beneath waves of ocean tides
So splendorous her majesty in teasing nudity
A virgin queen doth fall in a last peaking
Lost in fate another night in mists now certain
Unfeathered esteem she slip beneath a blazing curtain
That each onlooker must know her kiss was only flirtian
Reappearing from under florescent waves at daybreak so uncertain