Wrapped in the embrace of the waves, I found the echo of your soul. It danced within a spiral shell,
whispering secrets of forgotten tides and passions unfulfilled.

The ebb and flow of our dreams, like the tides, shaping shores with relentless grace.

In the ancient melody of the sea, I heard your name softly spoken, a caress of salt and breeze,
an eternal song of love and loss.

Each turn of the tide is a poem of longing,
each wave a line written in the sand,
disappearing, yet forever remembered in the depths of the blue.

Come, let us walk along the shores of possibility, where the ocean stitches moonlight into the fabric of night.