In the embrace of morning tides, when dawn scatters gold weaving through crimson and amethyst,
my heart whispered to the deep.
A siren's croon echoed back, love woven in the salty fibers of brine and seaweed, a blend of memory
and desire, piercing even the Caribbean stillness. The profound silence of heartbeats against the creamy foam,
reverberating with the dreams of drowned poets.
We spoke through currents and dreams—unbridled, timeless.
Yet, the ocean decorated your voice with whispers of another world, a tantalizing ache that nestled deep.
You were the moonlit serenade to my terrestrial pulse.
Seek the echoes further, dive deeper: Rippling Dreams or venture to the shores of longing: Mindwaves