The waves whisper secrets beneath moonlit shadows.
"You are the tide," she said, her voice a gentle ripple across the vastness of night. "My heart, a shell, nested in the sands of forever." The ocean sighed, an eternal lover tracing the contours of forgotten shores.
He reached out, fingers dancing along the edge of possibility, scripting his devotion in the salt and spray. Amplified through time's gentle echo, their love formed constellations upon the water's surface—a map of unspoken dreams.
As the stars blinked awake, the harmonized void stitched silent melodies, each note crowned with a kiss of starlight.
Where the horizon meets the sky, their laughter mingled with the symphony of the deep. "We are echoes," he replied, "reborn with each swell, each sigh—a testament to love's undying rhythm."