I want to feel the wind in my hair,
the sand beneath my feet,
the warmth of the sun burning on my shoulders,
the sound of the crash of the waves on the shore,
the seagulls feeding on food left behind by messy children,
i want to see the blue of the ocean,
bright and clear with the different shades of blue, greens, and the yellow tint from the sand,
but, the beach isn't what my hearts talking about,
it's you,
i want to feel your fingers running through my hair,
i want to feel the hair on your legs as we sleep with our legs tangled underneath the sheets,
i want to feel the warmth of your breath on my shoulders in the middle of night when you are sleeping peacefully,
i want to hear you singing in the shower on early mornings,
i want to see the mess you make after every meal,
i want to see your eyes and how they are so beautiful,
to admire the colors of blue, green, and yellow,
i want to see you next to me for the rest of our lives,
i want you to be my view.
(J.D) (11:05)