Strolling to the Heart

Strolling to the Heart

We Stroll down the Beach,
On a Star Studded Night.
Our Fingers Mingle
And Hearts Tingle.
The Footprints of Yours
Right Next to Mine,
On Cool White Sand
I Feel Cloud Nine.

While my Arm Swathes around
Your alluring Waist,
My Shoulder Feels Bliss
As your Head you Rest.
Step by Step,
a Heartbeat at a Time,
Through the Tranquility
of a Wind Chime,
We Inch Closer, And Closer,
And we blend Soon,
In the Heart of the Sky,
What they call the Moon.


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