Skipping stones across the blue
Sharing holiday
laughter and fun
When amidst the joyful
splashing
It hit me like a bullet
from a gun
Why was I playing childish
games?
With a girl who was built
to stun
So I looked at her and
smiled
Took her hand and
called her Hon
Then we walked
barefoot in the surf
Holding hands beneath
the sun
On a day neither of us
would forget
When our first love had begun
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