All the words I wrote about you in the sand.
Swept away, erased by the long arms of a wave, a wave named Love.
And I tried to remember what it is I wrote, so
I dug up the sand to find them but all I could feel for was the sharp edges of shattered seashells, and that something red inside my chest, swelling, awakening, in bloom
The only thing keeping me alive, was drowning in your wave,
the wave named Love