Summer Memories
The sweet smell of pine
prickles my nose.
It reminds me of that summer
I met you under the stars.
Seems like only yesterday
your strong hand
grabbed mine so tenderly.
With grainy sand between our toes,
we walked along the moonlit beach.
The ocean waves lapped against
the shoreline we strolled.
As we gazed at the beautiful night sky,
the heavens twinkled and smiled.
Morning came as I woke up
in your arms.
Gently a breeze flowed in
through the open window.
On it was carried the scent
of a pine tree -
the very tree that became memory's bliss.
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