Sunlight is bright…
As it sits high in the skies,
Not a cloud in sight…
Starts to blur my eyes.
Powdered sand…
Pressured by our feet,
Wiping sweat with my hand…
Trying to stay cool in the heat.
Collecting seashells…
Started to become our morning walk tradition,
Setting up something you couldn’t tell…
Which’ll bring back a fond recollection.
On one knee, I took on that beach…
Asked you a question that means a lot to me,
“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Will you… Marry me?”
I DO…