Moist air caresses my fair skin
As sea breeze blow from west to east
On your shoulders, my head I lean
Gasping every zephyr’s aroma of mist
Beige wool coat can never replace
The warmth of your unyielding embrace
Flickers of sun pioneered the dawn
You and I, this morning we own
Turtledoves squawk and twitter
As you gaze, I snuggle on your shoulder
Gentle hands of yours bind with mine
Whilst I oath “forever I will be thine”
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