Salt-kissed skin and sun-bleached hair
Weary bones that climb the dune
Ocean whispers secrets rare
Echoing in the afternoon.

Hands like weathered, twisted vines
Trace the scars on shell necklace
Each mark a story
Love entwines.

The Love Log
Tattered pages whisper tales untold
Of teenage fumbles
Dreams of futures bold
First dance
First kiss
Shy confessions under stars
Each line a brushstroke
Painting through the scars.

Remember, darling, when we vowed against the tide?
To face the sun and moon with love as our guide
And oh, my love, it is, more beautiful than dreams
A tapestry of moments
Woven in soft beams.

Your gaze still holding stars
Traces my lines with care
Whispers, "This, my love, is beauty we can share."
And hand in hand, we drift beneath the moonlit sky
My faithful partner
Where forever lies.

And when the final wave descends
And whispers lullabies of sleep
I'll know, baby, this love transcends
In memories that the ocean keeps.




© Flynn Caulfield


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