A beautiful verb, now only past tense,
Felt from that day, to all the years hence,
From beautiful voice, I held it so true,
But tell me just when, was it past tense to you?
We promised the moment, it happened we'd say,
But I haven't yet, and you didn't that day,
Sometimes conversations, they still feel like home,
Like you did that day, by the sand and the foam.
This poems not finished, no it doesn't feel done,
But as I think of a title, past tense's not the one