An hour passed, she left him on the shore,
He sat in silence on the balcony.
Below, the ocean's rhythmic, endless roar,
Reflecting vast, eternal mystery.
He knew he'd changed, their depths a boundless sea,
In shadows cast, a soul transformed anew.
In every wave, a newfound clarity,
In every current, dreams that did pursue.
He wished to paint her like a Monet, fine,
With strokes that far exceed their parts, so true.
In hazy blues and rose, her dreams entwine,
The scent of summer rain her spirit knew.
His masterpiece, in love’s eternal grace,
To live forever in their shared embrace.
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