On The Beach (French Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Where we were walking on that long beach
sand hit like sandpaper on our exposed shins
we gazed out at sea to where the horizon begins
and our thoughts were our own each to each,

of forgiving and living we did each other teach,
in life we realised a person looses and also wins,
it was if God did at that moment know all our sins
a paper-bag fluttered high just out of our reach,

while totally wordless we held each other close
to hunt for all kinds of shells I did to you propose
while you had been everything in the world to me

and at the time I did some poems to you compose
where maybe in this poem I am being very verbose
but I do remember the taste of your lips and the sea.