What Makes Sea Romantic ?

What makes sea romantic? Is it the beauty

Of a dark blue sea lit with waves?

Or the wilderness of blue-white witnesses

Staring wordless back across the abyss?

Or the fascination of forever.

( For Love is a fragment of forever lodged in the heart )

Is it the need for two when one seems so small?

The desire to touch those waves? The vast, lonely

Field of life in which love, too is a wave amidst the death?

( So many lovers scattered across the wide canopy like burning waves )

Or is it the passion at the sea’s heart?

The heat of love warming the emptiness

Hurling its ardor across light-years of sorrow

To tell us something about what yearns within?