When I think of you my pulse explodes.
Now that I’m thinking it my fear erodes.
Seashells crumble beneath under feet.
Pain finds me not when I walk your beach.
The path to you is so delicately laid by
the hue shown down from a blue sky.
Beams of light and splendid soft sights
they give strength to travel and fight.
The storms that rage within is conflict
that the sun shows and soothes me quick.
When I see myself travel the delicate path
I starve for the bliss to forever never pass.