Cold water rushes to tickle our toes
waves crash around our ankles...

I stand here
patiently waiting for those 2 words...

Late April day,
when my eyes first saw you...

That's all you said
I was hooked with your voice...

Silky smooth to the common onlookers.
Elegance in a curvaceous figure...

Angels like him
don't drift my way often...

Those precious items you hold
so close to you, you'd never let go...

Winter rolls around
bringing swirls of chills...

Lipstick letters border every mirror.
Each one a simple hint of my love for you...

Leaves finding a home next to an old rotting...
grass starting to droop in a sad sort of way...

The warmth I feel from the beating sun
Less then the love that he showers me in...

I'll never forget that night
where you held me so tight...