My thoughts have began to fade,
Like high tide to low,
and my mind is all sand.
Lay upon it.

As you walk across the beach,
Just know you're on my mind,
and you bring me my high tide.
You make me complete.

Return my salvation,
in the purest form
of salt water over the rocks,
and make me picture worthy.

For only you make me beautiful,
You are the Wind to my Sand,
the palm trees to my isle,
the waves my tide.

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