Sitting on a rock by the ocean cove watching
waves sparkle in the glow of the sun, heartbeat
within the bind of thoughts, swim across my
mind, days of the youth of summertime.

The sweet song of salty waves hitting rocks
below, bring back time when the blossoms
smelt like perfume, with wine, red rose
laying upon the sand of yesterday.

Swiftly, storms pass with autumn remembered
memories written down, in letters tied
with satin string, weathered, by years locked
away safely, in a box by a salty cove of never
ending romance.

Sweet embrace, blissful nights, bashful under
darkened skies, my love, my first, my youth
of years gone by.

Days are peaceful with self, new horizons
appearing behind the memories
of sweet romance.


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