seasons of love
by alan avellar
as we walk together along the seashore; your beauty astounds me; as I desire you even more; our hands are joined, as we step along; I'm happy that I found you, it is with you that I belong. we stop now for coffee, then resume our sandy walk; seeing the ocean, the sands, we begin to softly talk; I can almost hear your heartbeat, as I glance into your eyes; your sensual voice, your hair seems radiant, as it blends beneath sunset skies. one can only imagine the future, and how it just might be, but now at this moment iit is just you and me...