i said to you
our shoes in the sand
your hand in my hand
in a trance of truth
i said to you
my best inner secrets
as the sun set
and a light breeze
caught your brown hair
remarkable
i said to you
touching your cheek with care
like a leaf
whispering what
i should have said
years ago
there is love that
may be delayed
but not denied
true then, true on that beach.
true still.
-- douglas brent smith
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