Treasure Island

joyce ebrecht


Beach Chairs


Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun

Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the ships out on the sea
holding hands and smiling
together we're meant to be

Sitting on the beach chairs
watching people walking past
holding hands and knowing
that our love will always last

Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the waves along the shore
holding hands we realize
our love is stronger than before

Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the changing tide
holding hands with happiness
to be by each others side

Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the sunrise
holding hands with tears of joy
there are no more good-byes

Submitted: Thursday, August 31, 2006
Edited: Monday, August 30, 2010

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  • Ivana Jocic (5/22/2008 3:18:00 AM)

    I love this poem because it reminds me of me and my boyfriend on the Valentine's day of this year...Is was exacly like that...omg.
    I wrote a poem about that day, but yours is better than mine! :) (Report) Reply

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