Maybe it's on your feet,
Swinging so gently to the harsh winds of the west.

It's probably your hands,
Holding on to the cement like the sea would swallow you from sadness.

Perhaps it's on your back,
Slouching slightly taking in the remaining rays of the sun.

Your lips can also be a factor,
Pouting to the waves hitting the rock below us.

Or maybe it's your stare,
With so much passion to the endless blue ocean.

Could be how your eyes look,
So soft like the clouds forming around us.

But I'm very sure of one thing,
That I have fallen in love with you as the moon rise above.