That walk with you with hand clasped in hand,
when all within sight was tinged in pink.
Our shadows kissed on the yielding sand
and the sun bowed and blushed to think
himself unworthy, upon you to gaze,
so just above the water he edged,
shielding our complete in warm twilight haze,
as for us to always shine he pledged.
And to each other truth we did confide,
sea water grabs, claiming the moment’s mark,
with the ebb and flow of a jealous tide,
slipping away into the growing dark.
And we kissed goodbye on the yielding sand
my last walk with you, hand clasped in hand.