On sunlit sands where whispers play, Our hearts converge by ocean's sway. Martin, where the seagulls dance, In your arms, all else enchants. Your hand in mine, a soothing grace, The beach our cherished, joyful place. Though not my first in love's embrace, You're my hope, my final trace. Paths once winding, now aligned, In serendipity, peace we find. Together forever, hand in hand, On this beach, we'll always stand.