Fourth

Words fail me this Wednesday morning,
As the sea strikes furiously the rocks below our feet,
Trying to leave its imprint for ever it seems;
Or maybe, wondering, how long till they break.

But they dont fail anything as much as they fail themselves,
There's something to this,
That it cannot be said,
Something within this,
That is only to be felt.

The sea winds do wipe  away the time spent in your absence,
Melting it in the warmth of your being,
Leaving nothing between us unrealised,
Turning into desirable every moment to come,
And yet not wanting to end this memorable one.