It must’ve been a thousand waves that rolled ashore,
As I sat in the wet sand watching the shooting star soar.
Under the moonlit sky I made a wish,
For your lips to grace me with a passionate kiss.
I stood to stroll along the wet sand,
Longing to hold you gentle hand.
Feeling the cool sea breeze blow through my hair,
I imagined the scent of your cologne in the air.
As I stopped to gaze at the full moon,
In the air, I whispered “I love you.”
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