Delilah

Where is my Delilah
seems that strength is fading fast,
played the fields of passion
into ocean's love I've cast.
Still no tender touch to heart
or lover's burden I can shoulder,
searching for and fanning flames
that seem if but to smolder.
Aphrodite's whipping post
so offers she can mock,
sinking ship sure to flip
as vultures start to flock.
Can't there be a needed Samson
strong with heart and broad at will,
looking for my saving grace
while face is naked still.