By the ocean you sit,
Looking blankly over the horizon.
Your hairs sway just like the waves in the ocean.

"Is it me or is this just so beautiful?"
You ask.
"Well there is nothing more beautiful than you"
I say shyly.

And to me I thought,
"Maybe someday he will find me beautiful too"
"The way I look at him."
And also as I do.

As I look at the ocean,
I can't help but be mesmerized,
For he was standing at the shore,
With a smile so sweet like a donut glazed.

"Why is he so perfect?"
I ask myself.
The way he stands, the way he looks,
It is like a mystic spell.

The spell so strong,
That the beauty of the ocean is not comparable.
As now he sits beside me,
His head on my shoulder, so personal.

The time flies so fast as the speed of light,
Its already morning I see,
And as I open my eyes the disappoitments comes so quick,
It was all a dream.