Debbiewrites

The waves ripple around me,
calling me in a whisper,
Into the deepest part of the ocean.
As I walk on the soft sand,
the water sweeps over my feet,
surrounding where I stand,
giving me the sweetest sensation.

Oh ocean,
why do I feel so attracted to you?
Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers?
As it causes cold shivers down my spine.
I could hear your gentle lullaby,
It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest
Just like a refined diamond.

Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper?
Caressing waves upon the shore,
Once again you beckon me.
Why do you show yourself at my doorstep?
Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go?
Why do you call me so desperately?
I want to know, cause when the sea calls?
Who will answer?

WHEN THE SEA CALLS

"I mean do you like Celia?" Louie answered.

"Am I supposed to dislike her?" Myles asked.

"You know that is not what I meant," Louie said.

"Then what do you mean?" Myles rolled his eyes.

He knew what Louie was trying to say but with Rhea in the car with them, there is no way he will accept his special likeness for Celia.

Rhea watched them argue among themselves what Louie meant and she could not help but laugh.

"Can you just go on and open your gifts and stop stressing me out?" Myles said.

He could tell Louie wants him to accept liking Celia in front of Rhea but he won't be doing that.

Why does he want to do that? What does he want to prove? Did he make a bet with Rhea?

"We are not done talking yet," Louie answered.

"And who is having a conversation with you?" Myles asked.

Louie frowned. "Am I not having a conversation with you?"

Visiting the House of Seashells