Ocean Waves

Still, the ocean waves rest.
Cordially, they curl and swirl.
Look at them, where they whirl.
In the dark, their beauty best.

Daisy, love, is it the dove nest?
Warm, tender, long of love.
Could it be the crown of lady dove?
The twigs ever so finest.

Maybe the skipped heartbeats they are?
Where ever may their echoes tango,
The strands, canopy of the tree mango,
Ocean waves, near yet afar.