These houses, painted the brightest colours
Line the brilliant, bashful coast
Nestled between precocious palm trees
Reaching up towards the immaculate sky.
The ocean laps at sun-tanned feet
Begging to engulf our troubled minds
And wash away the worries that have
Travelled with us across this sea.
The kiss of salty air, so gentle
Carried by the tide’s benevolance
Might taste as sweet as citrus sunlight
If only here, in this Atlantic love song.
My love, this could be paradise…