A woman's heart is an ocean, deep with emotions,
that is how the saying goes.
But there is nothing better than warm sand
squishing up between my toes.
Walking up the beach as the sun beats down on my skin
the smell of the salty water, and sound of waves
crashing again and again.
This is where I long to be again one day
to look out into the bluest of blue,
watching seagulls fly, mind filled with loving thoughts of you.
Getting lost in the warmth of the sun,
your coolness creeps onto my feet
the sinking into wet sand has begun.
Collecting seashells to give away
the ocean is a place where I love to laugh, live, and play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem