Turquoise, I smile, a nice green-y blue
Oh how that colour reminds me of you

As I sit here and stare out at the sea
Oh how I wish you'd be here with me

I regret the things I didn't say, the things I didn't do.
More than anything, I regret my time not spent with you

I made a lot of mistakes, but summed up in this rhyme
Is the worst mistake I ever made, thinking I had time

Our story started once upon a time
Now I am yours and you are mine.

Ours isn't a story I'll ever forget.
Though I can't remember when we first met

Our story is on a whole other level
You are an angel in love with the devil

I can't remember when we first met
Neither can you, I'm willing to bet.

That weekend I didn't really notice you
Clearly the future wasn't something I knew.

But I do remember believe it or not
The first time I thought you were hot.

We played cards and you gave me a smile
I hope to remember that for a while

I also remember when I finally saw
That you are a girl, without a flaw.

It was early on that New Years eve
But even then I did not believe

That one day you would be the one
and without you I'd be coming undone.

When we met at the beach, I  remember
You'd gotten prettier since December

It was in that park, the day I asked you out
You were at your prettiest without a doubt

Isn't funny how I love you and yet...
I can't remember when we first met

Once upon time she was the sun.
The light of my life, she was the one.
Now she's the moon, a symbol of poetry.
Because she's still the one who inspires me.
And there were other other girls, countless tiny stars
But my relationship with them was nothing like ours
Because the stars aren't worth trading for the sun or the moon.
And no girl's worth giving up the one who makes me swoon.

Now it is sunrise, I can't see the stars no more
Lets this day never end because it's you I do adore.

Now as all the scars start to fade
I wonder will the memories made?
I liked that weekend, at the time
'cause I was happy and she was mine.
But now I regret it, for one big reason
and doing it again, would feel like treason
I held her hand, I tasted her lips
I put my arms around her hips
Yet now there's something I want more
Because the prettiest girl I ever saw
Isn't the one who's hand I was holding
but the one who's glare was most scolding.

I am starting to think acrostic poems ****
Because what starts with Z? The actual ****.