We wouldn't need much.
I'll work at the sea side cafe collecting tips from tourists.
We'll meet in town for lunch, our spot, like locals.
We'll walk along the dock, look for used sailboats.
I'll collect seashells to put in our flower bed.
The sinking sun turns the water to diamonds. The sky brilliant with colors.
You'll tell me you love me so soft in my ear as the ocean crashes on the shore.