and every dead end
or a blind bend
an unchartered territory
the very thought of missionary
a strong sense of relief
or some sense of self-belief
a happy sunny day
or unspoken vows and ways
a beachy glare tanning our fair,
with a tinge of sand in our hair
the bubbly cocktails making us laugh
the winds catching up with my scarf
a pretty night view with peace around
some music to our ears, a perfect sound
you and me with our hands intertwined
a dream that i see only ever in my mind
never even thinking about the possibility
of "us" ever coming true in tranquility
all of this and more makes me manifest
knowing fully well that your heart beats for her best
yet i can't stop my stupid self from writing about you
telling myself that "this" is the last of the few
of the poetry i rhyme in your reverence oh sol
you'll always sparkle like a diamond, i'll burn for you like coal