Oyster Shells

 See the Morning Glory
blooming with the dawn
resting content and still;
but only for awhile.
Hold my love
the tender bloom
for you it grows
I would have need
were you not here.
Share the dance
tunes in the air;
listen my Sweet
you know the air,it
speaks of ocean depths
frothing waves and high,
oyster shells upon the beach,
pearls about your neck.