My finger grazes The nerves of your hand, As my feet sink lightly Into the fine sand. On my lips, the taste Of old red wine, Or even a sweet summer drink Will do just fine. My hair detangled By the touch of your fingers, In the air around us, Your cologne, it lingers. My eyes stare deep Into the distant low tide, As my head rests soundly On your side. I can almost hear your thoughts In my mind Your eyes stuck onto my face, Peace they find. The sea and the beach, Love and peace, a mixture But it's You who completes My perfect picture.