That Late Summer Day Poem by Paul Warren

That late summer day
When we walked on the beach
Holding hands and leaning on each other
Whispering those things
Lovers promise to last

Two young lovers as one
As the sun glistened off the waves
And the cool breeze ruffled your hair
Laughter was the language
Forever was the promise

Was it that long ago
And so far away from today
When the world was young
Where everything seemed possible
Nothing was out of the question.

© Paul Warren Poetry