The lighthouse stood tall and proud, yet weary, and looked out across the ocean… never had he looked more beautiful than on this day of days.
The sun was bright in the sky warming every ripple of his movements.
For years she had stood here watching his ebb and flow just beyond her reach.
For years she admired the way he strived and toiled.
She loved him when he was busy entertaining mankind on their vessels or swimming in his peaceful swell.
She will always love him and always stand over him, watching him, until her bricks and mortar crumble away and she becomes dust again.
Love is forever between the lighthouse and the ocean
Poem by Menna Pritchard