Love Is Calling Poem by Anita Sharma

waves whispering name
bidding the soft sand.
water sweeps my core,
surrounds my waist,

breeze caresses my face,
thong my hair.
wind flank my body,
granting me there.


rain pelting my body,
as cold as ice.
water seeping my skin,
undeniably snappy

you calling my name,
pulling me out.
waves grew higher,
crashed over my head.

breath blown away,
cupid sings when you are near
within your arms around
have nothing to fear

love so precious,
a love so true love that comes
from me to you, from you to me