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friday nite honeymoon

seaside palm trees swing high and low to and fro,
as the wind blows, gentle waves flow,
crash colliding with lands of sand and shivering toes,
the prints will wash away within the day,
the sun will not remember to wait or hesitate,
for she says the time has come it's gotten late,
and away she'll go down below,
beneith the horizon until it's time again to wake,

i imagine one day,
the perfect day,
just described,
will be spent,
looking into your eyes,
as fingers tied,
together forever,
til death do us part,
forever in my heart,
until then,
i will visit you again,
in my bed,
in my arms,
in my dreams,
just you and me.

posted by fillshe @ 10:13 PM