Gentle melancholy breezes trip along
Your sea shelled beaches,
Hopping island unto island,
Touching every grain of sand.
High above the gulls go soaring
Keeping watch on their dominion.
Every nuance baits their passion
Where the oceans kiss the land.
And we stroll along the shoreline,
Hand in hand we walk together,
Carving treasures out of driftwood,
Watching sunsets in our sleep.
Every morning a new lifetime,
Every day a new adventure,
Every moment spent together
A new memory to keep.
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