White as a pearl, soft as a diamond in my making,
My dear heart beats for you in all my times of waking.
At night I dream dreams of you and me,
Spending time together alone in Palm Beach.
Away from all the clutter in the world,
There would be just you and me.
The tide would pull the heavy hours away,
Leaving only salt and the golden light of day.
We’d trace the shoreline where the foam retreats,
In a quiet rhythm that only the heart repeats.
No phones would ring, no ticking clocks would chime,
Just the slow, steady pulse of borrowed time.
Beneath the leaning palms, the shadows stretch and play,
As the frantic noise of living starts to fade away.
Your hand in mine, a compass steady and true,
In a world of many, I would still find you.
For even when the moon begins its silver climb,
I am yours in sleep, across the reach of time.
Through every waking breath and every drifting sleep,
This is the promise that my spirit longs to keep:
To find that shore where the air is soft and sweet,
Where the sand is warm and the two of us can meet.
Beyond the clutter, where the heavy winds are furled,
There is just you and me—our own private world.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
White as a pearl, soft as a diamond in my making,
My dear heart beats for you in all my times of waking.
At night I dream dreams of you and me,
Spending time together alone in Palm Beach.
Away from all the clutter in the world,
There would be just you and me.
The tide would pull the heavy hours away,
Leaving only salt and the golden light of day.
We’d trace the shoreline where the foam retreats,
In a quiet rhythm that only the heart repeats.
No phones would ring, no ticking clocks would chime,
Just the slow, steady pulse of borrowed time.
Beneath the leaning palms, the shadows stretch and play,
As the frantic noise of living starts to fade away.
Your hand in mine, a compass steady and true,
In a world of many, I would still find you.
For even when the moon begins its silver climb,
I am yours in sleep, across the reach of time.
Through every waking breath and every drifting sleep,
This is the promise that my spirit longs to keep:
To find that shore where the air is soft and sweet,
Where the sand is warm and the two of us can meet.
Beyond the clutter, where the heavy winds are furled,
There is just you and me—our own private world.
This is a poem that comes from the heart about how i want to spend time with my love.