The whispers of the ocean are tinged with secrets, promises wrapped in salt and mist. Your depths draw me in, a spiral of soft magnetism, gravity wells of dream-weaving.
Each call echoes through the canyons of my heart, where love flows like an unstopped brook under the moonlit gaze. I am lost, yet never want to find the shore, where the rational waits dry and unmoved.
Fingers tracing the patterns the waters create, a dance of luminescence bristling atop each crest. With every wave drawn back, I feel the gentle rewriting of oath, a song only evident to the listens of souls intertwined by fate's mischief.
Rooted here, ensconced within ripples of quiet thunder, longing forms a vessel, lest the fire within fade to the ordinary flickers known to land-bound.