I remember rolling hills and the thrumming bass,
Strung up fairy lights to guide me and you,
As we learned to navigate our way to the coastline,
With a lingering touch of fingers and faces.
Alone together and blanketed by the coarse night air,
You took me through the heather and the salty breeze,
And I could see your eyes on the abrupt cliff,
They saw me like I had never been seen before.
Catches of breaths and a hurried manner,
I felt the low temperature rise around us,
You won me over amongst the dew drops and four-leaved clovers.