There we stood on an edge of a stone, and the waves beneath us crash and torn

The sea was proud and loud .. telling love stories it witnessed to the crowd

We held hands then our souls danced, hearts whispered and eyes glanced

We weren’t deaf, but we couldn’t hear, as passion made our senses disappear

I put my forehead on her’s and said..

your smile bring joy to all .. And your voice feed the soul..

If you move, beauty freeze, and if you stop the beholder kneels

Your lips is a fine french wine, so smooth, its definitely devine

Who wins a taste fall in chain, wish to drink and indulge the pain

Your eyes is deeper than oceans, and magical as thousands potions

If I touch your skin, my body shivers, and my senses glitter

Your hair is lighter than a breeze , and thicker than forest trees

Your forehead is a portrait that Da Vinci would stare, could never paint, nor could he dare

She looked towards the sea, saying your words are fine, it has a glee

Couldn’t look back for she was shy, she said stop or I will surely cry

I said, please spare your tears, for each drop my feeling tears

She pulled my hands and said lets sail, and drink from that holy grail

I said, my heart and soul are not mine, they belong to those lips made of wine

I wish for my life to end sipping that wine, to rest in peace and smelling that fine vine