Where the waves roll in and out forever more,
while we both stand close to each other on the shore,
I see you footsteps next to the sea on the sand
while in mine I do feel your hot soft hand
and endlessly I do you love and adore
when our lips meet not a single word is spoken
where we are too scared that the moment will be broken
and I wonder what life has still got for us instore,
while we both stand close to each other on the shore.
© Gert Strydom
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