By the seaside

By the seaside, love shines the
brightest and sets where the
feeling knows no gloom. For
what do you know about love
in its very primitive form? It
feeds you through the senses
with the capacity of what your
heart can fully absorb; it can hold
you forever in its grasp with the
boldness of intent that shapes
you to become what you can fit best.

By the seaside, I learn to love what  there is more to loving when loving's but a thing most misunderstood. To love is to ask without being demanding; to own without being possessive; to give without expecting  anything in return; and to love unconditionally and without end.

By the seaside, I can see for what only matters and it matters most because I feel in my heart that to love is all about what myself becomes a part of. For what do you know about love in its very primitive form? It haunts you like a ghost till your sanity's lost but provides you with the eyes that you can only be wise that way.

By the seaside, there's an ear that listens, eyes that watch, and a heart that feels. You can be what you like to be and your soul could rest well where the silence is. For what do you know about love in its very primitive form? It builds you a home to dwell upon.

By the seaside everything's changed. The heartbeat slows down, sight dims, voice becomes parched, and the wind blows coldest. For what do you know about love in its very primitive form? It draws you more to itself till you die by the seaside where life is everlasting and the love never ends. The sky, the sea, the sun and the shore. The sound of peace and calm. For, like the seaside, nothing holds strongest than what true love can.

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