Love by the sea shore - 3: The eternal longing

Hated by all creatures of land, sea and air for their cruelty in keeping the young lovers apart, the King of the Night and the Mighty Sea sat ions apart in conversation as the world fell deep in the lull of peaceful slumber.
The conversation ran long, they had waited a decade for this rare chance to talk in private, away from the eyes of the world, worried to let their secret slip.
Once the unnecessary banter was out of the way, they came to the reason of this rendezvous, the little ones and their young love.
Oh how they reminded the Moon and the Sea of their own tragic love, spread over a gazillion centuries, their own epic struggle, the continuous pull of the Moon, the harsh struggle of the Sea as she tried and failed over and over again to reach her beloved, just this once.
The little grain of sand was no older than one century, the wave maybe two and they had spent all that time loving each other and hating the crowned ones for their demise.
If only they knew, how the mortals had no say in the matters of love and fate, how if they did, would they not have united, once and for all, instead of keeping their emotions a well guarded secret, just so the world doesn't lose hope in the magic of love.