The Story Of Us
By Dionna Hagens
I met you on a warm summer's day
The way you looked at me simply swept me away.
The blue in your eyes and the rose of your cheeks.
Is something I wish to seek.
Months have gone by since I have seen your sweet smile.
It has only been a little while.
But I wish nothing more than to hold your hand.
And walk on the beaches, full of sand.