Stark beauty clashes with ocean serene,
a young girl cries while waters careen.
Her kness to her chin wrinkling her dress,
she sits ankle-deep in sands, a mess.
Oh twisted world! Colors bright.
Red green yellow distorted sight.
Thinking, crowds this silk covered soul,
Sobbing quietly while droplets unroll,
Don't cry for me-
tears glisten and shine.
Your face is soft,
a freckled sunshine.
Black mascara,
red tipped lips,
innocent eyes,
search lonely ships.
Pretty. Wild. Raven hair!
-or perhaps its golden fair?
Seagulls mumble on white crest,
dont bother her, let her rest.
Salty spray and coming night,
gaze upon peach ripe moonlight.
A bark strewn beach,
white waves crash on.
An old letter leash,
a sad lover yawns.
Sink. Close your eyes,
the tide's pulling out.
Dreams are allies,
forever devout.
Glass bells will ring in ballroom walls!
Pianos playing outside coral halls.
The orchestra booms,
the notes drift and wait.
Bridegroom-you'd have been,
and I your first mate.
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