Enjoying Malvarrosa Beach
The beach was warm the air was warm and funny
I spied the boy almost immediately
The day started out happy, gaily, sunny
But how would I meet him expediently?
Shook out my beach towel with the bright pink bunny
Begged sister to stop looking repeatedly.
Had forgotten for a minute this is Spain
Handsome lad came by at the first drop of rain
Is this seat taken? He asked, sitting down hard.
My titter laugh carried clearly and loudly.
He was a witty clever poetry bard.
Smug in a cute way, not totally proudly.
I offered him a brownie made from fresh lard.
Took a bite and said with a flirtatious wink
Into your hazel eyes I quickly could sink.
Malvarrosa Beach was never so pretty
The boy’s magical ways spoke close to my heart
I too became very clever and witty
Mesmerized by deep brown eyes, love at her start
Just a memory but please do not pity,
For thanks to Camarlench’s powerful ink,
My muse has been playing and stays in the pink.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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