I'd rather play in the sun
Of course before the day is done
To walk along a sandy beach
Where your hand is within reach
Or, put my arm around your waist
As the salty air we can taste
This is the perfect time of year
Winters gone, spring is here
Listening to the roar of the sea
Always calms the inner me
While you on the other hand
Like to walk barefoot in the sand
We find a spot to sit and talk
While other couples continue to walk
We watch the waves rush to shore
I could never want for nothing more
2-18-19/RjH
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