Beckoning me down to the shore
He taciturnly touched my heart as cupid to the very core
Where seagulls do swoop down and land
We make indents into the sizzling sun-drenched sand
But our footprints are stolen by the tide
To a child, I am not magically mentioned in the sand as a merwoman, for my burly legs strongly stretch and burrow wide
Seashells, seashells, the gust of wind does sway you
Barren landscape, bare skin, the sea washes away my name
So that I can with gaiety start a new chapter; a new game
But his heart may wander away as he too glances with adventure across the blissful bay
For sea shore summer lust, lacklustre may not be here to stay