The Beauty of Love

Luminescent 'scape of setting sun as ocean waves traverse the sea and upon the view, in flying grace, the hand of God, it comes for me. Upon the breeze, a soft caress, I am lifted to a height unknown. A smell of salt and sweet perfume assures me I am not alone. She gazes now with bewildered look, "Is all this soon to disappear?" I tremble on and in response I say just as she wishes to hear. "Be it not gone when we arise, my love for you forever grows. For this beauty of love is ours to own and like the ocean; forever flows." Now, the sun has set; the day complete. She and I lay in warm embrace. Our eyes now close with silent prayers to dream, yet see the other's face.