Untold grains

In the silence of the night, in the light of the stars, with the reflection of the moon among the waves of the sea, sitting on the sand I think of you. For every grain there's an "I love you" that I didn't tell you, then I take one and I shout it into the wind, I take another one, I repeat, I don't regret it; the grains are too many, one life won't be enough for me, yet I keep repeating it, and I will continue until the beach runs out to then move on to another and start shouting again