Lovers walking hip to hip,
barefoot and dreamy,
taking pictures
with heart-shaped hands.
Lovers cuddle on the sand,
warmed by the sun
while watching the tides
roll out and in.
Lovers silently promising
with lips soft and sincere
to remain in love
as their world keeps turning.
Lovers collecting seashells
that wash up onto the shore
like foamy memories,
each one transcends
the other.
Crow On The Wire 
Lovely poem of images of love.
Thanks. One of the benefits of living near the beach.
Beautiful imagery of a beautiful setting for love to flourish
Yes. So many people come to the sea to consummate that feeling.
Beautiful memories
Thanks. 😊😊
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Come read a super post from Mark!!
Nice!!
Really enjoyed this one, Mark!!!
I’m glad.