Wind blows across ocean
The Atlantic roars
Carrying a scent
Of salt and recovery
Sand beneath my feet,
Your hand in mine
As we walk the shoreline
Finding seashells,
An array of color – texture
Sea glass; green, blue,
Yellow, opaque white
Placed in a jar to hold
Our newly made memories
Heart filled keepsakes
Off in the distance
The first sighting of a sailboat
A chill in the air
Sails fill to our delight
You glance over at me
No words spoken – because we know…
What is it about this place;
This small New England island
That captures the soul
And oozes romance?
The epitome of love
A sacred place for me
That I am thrilled
To share with you

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