The sound of your name dances on ocean mist,
A fleeting memory of laughter, beneath starlit skies,
With every tide, my heart whispers in echoes,
Your voice is a secret, cherished by seashells,
Like moonlight kissing restless waters,
Your presence lingers, elusive as a dream.
In the quiet embrace of dawn, I find you –
Wrapped in salt air, woven into the wandering waves.
Listen, dear heart, to the whispers of the sand,
For here lies the echo of passions caught in time.