I picked a gem off the floor
On the beach shoreline
And a thousand waves sang in chorus
To have travelled distant journeys
To announce messages they hold
What others across the ocean did say
My love stands waving across with words
She whispered quietly, for my ears tender
Something dear and tender
But the sound of the wind and crashing waves
Made an easy meal out of her message
Before it could reach my delicate ears
I picked something precious
On the beach, that held alluring beauty
It came to me after a long ocean journey
And I placed it close against my ear
I heard a love message from my love
I picked a shell on the beach
My love sent a message in a shell
Something nice, quintessential
Something about love, in a shell
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