The sea has no end, no beginning, it just is,

I eagerly await to walk,
most certainly we will, side by side;
holding a hand of yours,
 feeling like a veil woven out of silk thread,
like grasping fingers around hot air.

The sea rising, 
a galactic tide responding 
to your attraction.
A solar magnetic power,
from across the world
pulling hearts close.

Time slows, for a glimpse of eternity:
(Are you aware of your attraction, my dear?)