This beauty is too big for me; it feels like a dream. I desperately need you by my side so these wonders can spill into both our eyes. Which way should I turn? I need us to take turns to drink the whole scene in. On this poor lonely page, these picture-perfect palm trees have now overflowed into hyperbole. This beauty is too big for me. I want you to smell the salt with me, I wish you could walk through waves with me, I need you to make it real.