Sea of Roses

He conjures pretty poems and proses, but something in the wicked wind forewarns, In his eyes, a sea of roses, in his flesh, the pain of thorns.   A child, swinging gaily on the beach, in back, a little girl, within his reach, before his eyes, a sapphire blue, but behind him, soon his ears, heard a toddler on the sand, in tears. In school, he read of heroes, brave and true - when he'd grow up, that's what he'd do, but some things wash away with time. The ideals seen by the young man's eyes would flit away like butterflies. One day, in matrimony, he would wed, "To have and to hold", is what he said. He cursed his eyes, which would betray. A happy family is what they could see, but the wind said it was not to be. He conjures pretty poems and proses, but something in the wicked wind forewarns, In his eyes, a sea of roses, in his flesh, the pain of thorns.