Drunk on fine wine and finer conversation
Wide smile permanently affixed as I sit across
From you and hold the gaze, transfixed by
Those sparkling ethereal blue-green eyes
Cascading auburn hair, fragrant and begging
For me to reach out and run my fingers through
Yearning to hold your hand in mine, soft and warm
Feeling the sand under our feet, cool and wet
From the receding tide as the moon and stars
Light our way, in this moment, pure perfection
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