Pretty is as Pretty Does

1980-something, he wrote her a poem, just a few pretty words: 

I want to touch you like the surf touches the sand, over and over again~

I want to kiss you like the sun kisses the earth, forever~

I want to hold you like the night holds the moon, up high and shining brightly, for everyone to see…

To see. To see?
The surf can be relentless, the sun scorching,
And the moon, a cold isolation.
Up high and shining brightly for everyone to see
What you did to me.

They must have seen it coming.