描述
In the crashing waves and tempest's roar,
Our hearts speak words they've held before.
Through thunder's cry and ocean's sway,
Unspoken vows drift far away.
Your hand in mine, a steady grace,
As storm clouds form and fears erase.
No voice can reach this boundless sea,
Yet here, your love still speaks to me.
For even storms must fade and part,
But echoes linger, heart to heart.
Our words, once lost to sea's embrace,
Will find us still, in love's own space.
idil Koçman/3dphilosopher
