I love the white beach, I love the sun
I love the clouds, I love the wind,
I love everything at the coast, most
of all, I love the thought of you,
your warm happy face, in a lopsided
grin, promising me that in a while
you would show me something
I have never heard of before,
you said you loved the way
my nose twitched while I waited
for the promises you made –
the lady in the café regarded us
curiously - her eyes all skew –
I wonder whether she knew…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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