As the Current Carries the Shell

My dear, you came in with the tide,
the white shell amongst soft dark sand.
You hid a time, your home the current,
forever moving, 
forever floating through the tow of an underwater wind.
My dear, you were buried deep,
but I looked for you, my treasure.
I polish, refine you,
in return you make my world more beautiful.
Your sea glass eyes entrance me,
leave me hypnotized by their gentle tug on my soul.
Time comes to us, then leaves us, 
like the fullness of the moon, 
and just so, it promises to come back.
My dear you'll have to go soon,
back to the never ending drift of the sea,
but I'll keep a steady pull on your captivated heart,
just as the beach pulls on it's waves,
just as the fisherman balances his line,
until you drift back to the bay.
I'll keep the shell, my treasure, guarded
and when the current carries you home,
I'll be waiting patiently there in the sand.