There’s something about salt in the air
and your hand in mine
that makes the world feel softer
like maybe everything hard we’ve ever carried
was just meant to be set down here,
on this stretch of sun warmed sand.

I watch the sea catch fire in your eyes,
and I wonder how I ever lived
before knowing what it feels like
to see you lit by the sunset light
skin golden, hair wild,
laugh unguarded.
You are everything the ocean is:
unpredictable, powerful,
achingly beautiful.

Every wave that brushes the shore
writes your name into me again.
You, who make me braver.
You, who turn ordinary days into legend.
You, who remind me
that love can be both
a gentle tide and a roaring storm,
and I will take you in every form.

Here, away from it all,
I see us clearly.
I see future,
family,
freedom.
I see a life carved by salt and intention
not always easy,
but always ours.

So when we leave this place,
when the ocean becomes memory,
I will carry this moment
this island,
this version of us,
this sacred stillness
like a secret I wear close to my chest.

Because loving you
feels like coming home
to someplace I didn’t know
I’d been searching for.