The ocean foams it’s frothy grey grey green head
It’s often where I’m called at last to be
       To think sweet silent thoughts of you and me.
       With shells and driftwood down the beach I’m led.
       Gulls somber songs accompany my dance
       While searching for a treasure in the sands.
        It soothes my brain, gives purpose to my hands
        And turns my worried mind from our romance.
        So sad, sweet man! Just who would ever guess
        The reason why my heart keeps breaking more
         Just like these swells that crash upon the shore?
         It’s not because our hearts hold any less.
         Requited love should not so painful be
         Nor breaking waves mock authenticity