Our Heart - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Today I shall go to the beach
to draw a heart for you.
At water's edge, just within reach,
a crisp new heart I'll do.
Our names will go inside this heart,
initials holding hands.
What could look like a piece of art
it's feelings writ' in sand.
And when the tide takes it away
to leave an empty space.
Our heart lives on, we are okay,
I see your lovely face.
So, let me draw in our sand
the same heart every day -
why don't you come, give me a hand
and never go away?
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