Come pick me up!

The zephyr runs its fingers through her tussled mane,
The smooth white sand caressing her feet
Touching and teasing her like a lover so.
The vibrant murmurs of the sea waves, whispering and inviting her
The sweet salty taste of the ocean
enticing her tongue and senses
Everything around her doing it's bit
to seduce her, to break her
to grieve with her,
to mourn her happiness, to celebrate her sorrow
to be one and alone...
Nothing can wound this;
And she found her lover in nature.. This she will keep for always!