Across Oceans’ Breath

In twilight’s tender grasp, she emerged, A wanderer from distant shores, Her eyes, twin pools of cerulean mystery, Held secrets whispered by the waves.
Her skin, kissed by suns unseen, Bore the warmth of forgotten lands, And her laughter—oh, her laughter— A symphony of seagulls and salted winds.
She stepped onto foreign soil, Her footsteps etching verses in the sand, Each grain a witness to her arrival, A tale spun by tides and moonlight.
Her hair, a cascade of midnight silk, Carried the scent of jasmine and longing, And when she smiled, the world paused, Caught in the gravity of her grace.
We met beneath the ancient boughs, Where cherry blossoms wept in reverence, And time, that fickle wanderer, Stood still, as if to savor our collision.
Her voice—an echo of forgotten ballads— Sang of love lost and found, And I, a mere mortal, dared to dream, That perhaps destiny had woven our threads.
She spoke of constellations and comets, Of how the stars conspired to guide her, Across oceans’ breath, to this juncture, Where our souls danced, entwined.
And as the moon traced silver arcs, I held her hand, a sailor clinging to hope, For in her eyes, I glimpsed eternity, A universe spun from stardust and wonder.
So, let the tides carry our story, From one shore to another, For she, the girl with overseas dreams, Is now my compass, my North Star.