In the sanctuary of shadows, where whispers embrace the water's edge, I found your echo. A reverberation of laughter mixed with the salt of memories, persistent as the pull of the moon. These are not mere waves of the sea, but waves of the heart—torrential yet tranquil.
We danced among the reeds, our silhouettes entwined in the fading light. Each step left ripples on the fabric of time, a testament to our harmony and discord. Love, they say, is a sonnet written in sand, but ours is carved in stone, echoing eternally.