I feel the goosebumps in my body,
As cold breeze run all over me.
and every inch I come near thee,
tis just us against the sea.
Despite the city shining with gleaming lights,
upon which wander lonely flights.
I still get lost into your glee,
tis just us against the sea.
The moonlit deck where we lay upon,
in darkest hour listening to ocean song,
with oceans solitude and serenity,
tis just us against the sea.
looking into each others eyes so deep,
and yet not expecting any reap.
still something connects you and me,
tis just us against the sea.
-Vrajesh Patel
Amazing poem dude, best of luck for the start...
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