There is no satisfying a beach,
Sea suitor said to the sands.

I've courted the strand eternally,
waved endlessly, but no response.

I have borne gifts from afar and
presented them on my tide line.

In Spring I made special efforts
to go further and further, but no,

it was always the same old story,
repetitious rejections, pushed away.

On the other side of my aquatic
expanse I got the same treatment.

But Tsunamis are friendless, so I never
express my anger like other Oceans.

Some say I'm nautical and thus why
they are Thalassophobiak’s, perhaps?

Coasting like a kerb crawler is how
I’m perceived, seamy it seems !!