Saturday, September 22, 2012

28

I held your hand as you picked your way 
          through the sand in your high heels
You stumbled and smiled
And we were free for a while
Our laughter like thunder in peals



That loving glow grew fast and deep 
Your eyes bright upon your face
No matter how often I drive past that sign
I'll always remember our place



For where we've been. 
And where we want to go. 

I love you. 

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