**Marina’s Canvas**
Completing hues the wind paints o’er the sea,
A canvas brushed by fate, a mariner’s dream,
A painting yearned for, born to set sail free,
A masterpiece afloat, a tranquil stream.
Upon this canvas, shades of azure flow,
A symphony of blues, a timeless art,
Where waves dance softly, whispers come and go,
And salty tears mingle with a breaking heart.
Like artists longing for their palette’s might,
I yearn to touch these colors, make them mine,
To capture waves that crash into the night,
To paint a love that’s both tender and divine.
Oh, marina’s canvas, your allure so rare,
I’ll wander tides forevermore, it’s true,
To find the paints that match your beauty fair,
And paint a masterpiece of love for you.
