She is the sea, the wind and the waves-
Of foam and laughter, of wildness in her eyes.
She is the sparkle of sunshine on the water-
That glimmer which lights up the vast blues.
She is the sea-shell on the shore-
One amidst the many broken, muddy shells
That is almost perfect in its beauty,
That reaches out to you like a philosophy,
The one shell that you want to carry back
To your empty house, and keep close to your heart.
She is the sound of the ocean, when you choose to hear it.
She is the touch of the wind, when you choose to feel it.
She is the sea-shell on my shelf.