nine months in the making...

a soft and gentle breeze blew past the beach
as i walked along with a long lost girl.
to her swaying hand i wanted to reach,
only thinking so made my stomach swirl.

as i longed to touch her ivory skin,
we talked of memories from years gone by.
our hands did brush but all i did was grin
and kick myself for failing to but try.

time spent with her was oh so heavenly
and so i opened up my heart to her.
i wanted to be her one and only;
there was no other woman i'd prefer...

while fun to reminisce of beaches gone,
even more so of beaches yet to come.