A toast to love’s ghost, where waves and memories meet

Wine glass in hand, toes sinking in warm sand, Beneath the sun’s tender gaze, The sea, a mirror of memories ablaze, We danced on moonbeams, kissed by the breeze, Our love, a lighthouse guiding lost souls at ease.

Each sip of wine, a communion with the past, As if time itself unravels, memories amassed. We carved our names in the sands of fate, Promises etched, love’s tide could not abate.

But the tempest subsided, and he sailed away, Leaving me with whispers, memories to sway, His laughter now echoes in seagulls’ cries, And the taste of salt on my lips, love’s sweet demise.

The wine, crimson like our passion’s flame, I raise it high, to honor his forgotten name, For though he rests beneath the ocean’s veil, His love lives on, a constellation’s eternal trail.

So here I stand, a pilgrim on this sandy shore, Wine and memories intertwined forevermore, The beach, my confidante, the waves my plea, To carry my love to him across the boundless sea.