Sandy Beach
I etch my love in sands
Upon the sunlit shore, my hand does glide so free,
O’er sands that stretch like dreams, to meet the endless sea.
Her gaze from distant realm, a silent, tender gaze,
As ripples chase my touch, in sun’s golden blaze.
Each grain a memory etched, as fingers trace the line,
Between the earth and waves, a moment so divine.
With her eyes a distant spark, a love that’s ever near,
I etch my love in sands, a message she will hear.
The beach, a canvas vast, my hand the artist’s tool,
Creating tales of love, where hearts forever rule.
In hexameter’s flow, this scene forever stands,
A love shared through the grains, etched by gentle hands.
