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Details | Rhyme |

Sea Bride

Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets, 
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.


Copyright, April 16, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014



Details | Free verse |

Death Tolls

The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers      the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.

Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow. 
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. 
 
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off 
to the mud flats of Carolina. 


First Published Eunoia Review January 2015

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Love At James Bond Beach

Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach It is a sun splashed day;  the air is silent with the sound of waves  the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.  The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm. The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims  into the arms of its mother sea. It is a private beach at a spot in the world  where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld. It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses. The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.  The golden rays of light from the bright morning star  lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.  In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean,  with a piercing love glare that beckons me.  Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows  with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day. Without a thought I grab the back of her head,  jerking my lover's whole body towards me  locking her in the strength of my grasp  inviting her to quench my desire. I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss  remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure. She embraces me as I lift her in my arms  naked for all the Gods to observe.  I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.  She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her, hold back both her arms and use my mouth  to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters  that kneads my flesh like so much dough. Suddenly I set her free.  She pounces  like a lioness  a lioness in heat  famished  for the taste of flesh. The world dissappears  I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel. Nature's voice conducts  an orchestra of emotions. We writhe in the ecstasy of touch as a series of divine strokes finger paints portraits of rapture.  We dance slow to the precise notes  of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity. In one fluid movement our bodies become one. There is no end to the flavors we consume. Cooling waters flame our sins.  We explode like a building imploding gracefully to the roar of a white sound. Finally we pass out  naked, locked in each others arms.  When we awaken we find ourselves lying on  the fine white sand beach. Tattooed  in the telling shades  of a Jamaican suntan. 02~11~2014 Sponsor: Justin Bordner Contest Name: Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

By The Ocean

Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars,
lighting up the sea like a dance floor.

Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and everyone of them,
so relaxing just lying next to the shore lines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the night.

The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
and the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
I grab my sweater and drape it around me,
as I go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to admire the ocean one last time.

Copyright © Rachel Trine | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

crimson tide

*
                                     
                                    pink gulls of twilight

                                            circle the hidden cove...

                                                    sand between our toes




__________________________________________

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Hawaiian Winds

The humid Hawaiian heat hobbles my head and heart too,
Hitting as the Humvee high-tails past on the highway, 
Sweat seeps steadily south from scalp to shoes
Convection current cooking, keep pedaling, pores crying.

Howling Haleakala Headwinds hammer hard, 
Freezing face, fingers, and forehead.
Wistfully watching the warm water Westward;
Blasting breeze’s blows batter my body backward.

Soft saline sea spray spritzes the sunbathers
As the surges' steady smashing against the shore 
Rhythmically rocks the run-down revelers 
to a sweet, sun-kissed, seaside sleep once more.

For Elements Part 2—Wind Contest (First Place)
Sponsored by Brian Davey
Judged 3/29/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

A Starry Shade of Night

Love forever eludes me perhaps because it flies on angelic wings
And yet my earth bound body is beneath the weight of gravity
Its like following a rainbow to an end I'll never see
Or like chasing the horizon as it falls away from me
Will I ever find that pot of gold and embrace a warm sunset
With my heart on sandy shores beneath a sky I won't forget
To become envious of the moon as it illuminates her face
Gently dancing across her skin as it adorns with utter grace
Then inhale the scent of beauty as her lips press next to mine
As I watch the midnight sky reflect inside her radiant eyes
                and in her starry shade 
              Of dim and solitary loveliness
           I learn’d the language of another world
         That I found deeply within one kiss

                                       ~ JJF ~

Delphinus stars 
~Lord Byrons Manfred~

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Moonrise

 A moonrise over the bluff
 the earth is alive
 showing off her beauty in a ray of colors
 As the waves roll in hitting the sandy shore
 there's no place you would rather be
 a perfect moment in a perfect place
 nothing but you & the sea
 & as the 
 earthly winds whisper along your face
 you feel the freedom wash along your feet
 a moonrise captured 
 sitting so high 
 you thank the universe your alive..
 

Inspired by a photo taken at a beach where I grew up.

Copyright © kerry singleton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatern |

Hold a Seashell to Your Ear

-------------------------------------

Hold a seashell to your ear...
Rest upon it's tranquil tide,
breathe it's calming breezes here,
bring it's subtle strength inside.

If you yearn for former times,
hold a seashell to your ear,
you'll return to warmer climes
and the ease of yesteryear.

When you sense a tempest near,
if you would decrease the din,
hold a seashell to your ear,
find a bit of peace therein.
  
Even now, as squalls move in,
you'll recall when skies were clear
if you, as rain falls again,
hold a seashell to your ear...

-------------------------------------

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Beach

is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?



Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Regeneration

My seeking self desires revival by the water's purpose. 
The whistling winds arise, wrinkling the salty surface. 

I escape impulsively, rushing to fall upon the sliding sand. 
Slowly, I breathe in the breezes flowing across the land. 

My broken soul from familiar frustration awaits the cue,
while my mortality capitulates within the mystical blue. 

Whirls of water ripple and swell into an elaborate art. 
Splashing sensations rupture my developed pain apart. 

Whispering waves enchant me to release emotions.
Conflicts I endure, while my human aura seeps into ocean.

Wild energy rises as waves which soar before me.
My beating blood throbs as my spirit proclaims it's free.

Wraiths of steam rise to the hierarchy heavens for peace.
My soothed spirit relaxes as I watch the tides release.

I crave freedom from sublime patterns of simple pleasure.
After I consult water overture, I appreciate the treasure.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Waves upon the Evening Sea

  

Like waves upon the evening sea Reflecting quiet moonlit stares Awash upon melodic beaches Whispered tides and windswept cares Now as we share in silent wonder Feeling soft your hand in mine Strolling down this coastal haven Pure emotions intertwine Our footprints weave in endless wander Seashells linger perfect bliss Beneath a sky of glistened shining Sweet the taste your wondrous kiss As these moments come to pass Scattered forth on heartbeat dreams Alone with you this midnight tracing Lost amidst enchanted beams I feel at peace, for this I know Like waves upon the evening sea As endless as this pristine shoreline Our love shall last eternally

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Ocean's Melodic Dream


Ocean’s Melodic Dream As surges cast their net along a silent coast, we lie entwined ~ adrift as a single composed symphony tempo’d by the pounding surf ~ its constant sensuous rhythm lulling our hearts, aching to collide in this moment’s embrace Yearning upon a moistened sandy shore, your swollen lips offer a glistening enchantment with fingertips delicately seeking ~ caressing ~ stroking Feathery lashes grace twin demure windows of tender need ~ beckoning ~ hungering Velvet waves wash along our bodies ~ gently merely to touch you ~ hold you ~ kiss you, is my coastal heaven With arms of cradling strength ~ kindness ~ desire, my voice becomes a dulcet whisper of passion’d affection echoing softly within your enchanting lure The sun, which has lingered above harmonizing with the sky now takes its rest ~ splashing ~ painting ~ jewel swirled patterns across a hypnotic horizon, as your breath quickens beneath me I drench myself in this paradise that is you ~ your beauty ~ your love melting deeply into the ecstasy ~ rapture ~ essence of this day Now as wandering shadows cross beneath the moon’s glowing care we too build and recede, feeding our amorous fervor as the fading night relinquishes its hold and dawn’s sonnet cracks the sky ~ we become one with the tide Our bond remains unbroken ~ tethered to the ocean’s melodic dream Good night Soupers Have a great weekend See you again on Monday

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

BEYOND THE BREAKERS

BEYOND THE BREAKERS There is a place Where the Ocean is more blue Where you can feel the movement of the sea Without being pulled through It’s beyond the breakers My favorite place to go to Where I will sit on my Surfboard for hours Meditating, dreaming, watching the seagulls Once I saw a whale And I’m used to see lots of dolphins too I’ll pass seeing a shark though I like my legs right where they are, thank you! I love to stay there To watch the sun and Ocean dance That’s how it looks to me When I watch those gorgeous sunsets It’s like a transcendent moment Where a calmness fills my soul That’s my favorite place in the whole universe To be beyond the breakers, on my Surfboard… *** February 08, 2017 For the Contest: BEYOND THE BREAKERS Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen

Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

the ocean is

"the ocean is"
stronger than waves more hypnotizing than tides more graceful than a seagull the ocean sits a touch of wind a shadow of the moon endless reflective crystal waters in magnificence the ocean is
sing to me crashing waves upon rocks place me in a trance with rolling tides never end the far wide and beyond for its wonder and openness breathes such is the reason why seagulls fly above just as souls look for oneness and peace seagulls know the only place to be
softer than waves more mesmerizing than tides mightier than a seagull the ocean stands a hint of a breeze a glimpse of sunlight endless sparkling blue waters in wonderment the ocean is
SkyWatcher - 03-26-17

Copyright © Lisa Ricci | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

within moments of silence

"within moments of silence"
within moments of silence surrounded by the wondrous sea all is clear gifting a rebirth of each aspect of our guiding light gentle winds soaring above hold the questions and answers allow this miracle to enlighten and shadow to set one free wrapped in the arms of such power wrongs become right everything widely opens forevermore gracing chances
the sea winds await all to visit and stroll such glory will eternally remain in any soul
SkyWatcher

Copyright © Lisa Ricci | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Ocean Beach Babies

The eve of darkness they come out to play
creepy crawly with our senses. The street
wise, the waifs, the tiny cherubs all blend
together to form a society of sorts that is
out of step with time; they become invisible.

They come with their drums, their guitars to
serenade the unseeing humans in tourist
tee shirts. You can see the beauty of
this youth who dances and plays from a
heart that just needs freedom.

You look into their eyes and you fall in
love with the innocence of a child who
sees his place in time as cosmic.
You smell their odors, their very essence.
A not so spent youth and you wish you were they.

You find yourself being pulled in by
their ethereal nectar and song...you see
for the first time what you could of had.
You are pulled in and the fight leaves you
the unseeing being the unseen...welcome!



*My impressions of the homeless youths of Ocean Beach, San Diego

Copyright © Mark Heil | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

Ocean Breeze


loose tumbling sea breeze
sets waves of tense limbs free –
empty beach chairs


For SKAT's Picture Perfect 2 Contest

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Deep Ocean Floor

Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend 
And companion next to me. 

From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to the roar. 

Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed
My sun-tanned skin and bones -
Washing away those youthful days 
Near the refuge I called home. 

Before following winds that captured me then
Like a pirate in search of new treasure - 
Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises  
Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured. 

Miles beyond miles and years beyond years
Mother Ocean’s been my only domain – 
On ships that sailed and in times I failed
She’s always known my name. 

From St. Croix to the South Pacific,
Martinique to the River Nile – 
She’s been there when no one else cared
Turning rivers of tears into smiles. 

She’s been around throughout all that I found,
Love, hate and ruins of old – 
Ancient remains of cites and graves
Of names and faces unknown. 

Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker
Of all from stardust to dreams – 
Including this ocean and Her magical potion 
From now ‘till the end of all things.  

While now here I rest where white waves crest 
Caressing my mind once more – 
Listening to Her breeze whispering to me:
“Come down to my deep ocean floor.”    

Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

A Day at the Beach

Imagine sitting in the sand at the beach,
The sand between your toes and just close 
enough where the water can reach.
The sand is wet and a little cold,
You look out at the clear blue sky you see the 
sun shining like a piece of gold.
You see dolphins jumping in the distance,
Glad that they're apart of existence.
You see a flock of seagulls soar,
You lay back and close your eyes listening to
 the waves crashing onto the shore.
Smelling the salty water and the sun hitting 
your skin,
The warm and comfort you feel within.
You hear kids as they laugh and play,
Smiling because today was a great day.

        May 04, 2014
~ The One and Only~

Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

I See Your Face in the Ocean

From this rocky height 
In the morning light,
Everything I see 
Reminds me of Your love;
Seagulls, as they cry
Like the angels fly
By the restless sea
Or in the skies above.

Waves crash far below,
Droplets fall like snow;
Everywhere I look
Reminds me of Your grace:
Colors bloom and fade,
Everything You've made
Like an open book
Reveals Your hidden face.

Brighter than the sun,
Deeper than the sea;
You're the only One
That means the world to me:
Stronger than the waves,
Firmer than this stone;
You're the One who saves,
Lord, You, and You alone.

Higher than the sky,
Far spread as the winds;
Lord, You chose to die
To save me from my sins:
Faithful as the tide
And the break of day;
Always by my side,
Remain there, Lord, I pray.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka |

Beach Park Tanka


Blue ocean vistas
Rainforest encroaches down
Tree roots over stone
Vines reach, wind, twine and climb
Clutching trees that cradle them

Burleigh Heads beach path
Pandanus groves, mangroves
Strange variety
Spiky bushes, towering trees
Tiny flowers underfoot

Raggy  paperbarks,
Log bridge, white sand, shallow creek
Invisible birds give song
Each day travel the same path
Only to find it diff’rent.

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

THE OLD PIER

The Old Pier  (a picture poem)

beneath the boundary layer of air and sea
twirling vortexes of frenzied waters 
incessantly corrode 
the aging pillars below

the ravaged tired timbers emit 
anguished unholy screeching sounds
as ocean swirls beat non stop in and about
worn out planks attached beneath  
the weathered decking 

the riddled concrete sideling emerges 
perplexed and whistles out its
protestations in echoes heard
across the raging tide.

in the bottoms underflow snail infested 
warped planks buffer incursions of countless 
schools of rabid predators that attack,
conquer, and devour unsuspecting aquatic prey. 

above fishermen pray to the sea gods
to hook their water worn lines and capture
in songs of surrender the call of 
a waiting bucket. 

in timed release, ancient messages splash upon
silicon sharpened shores that resonate the sounds 
of strident hungry seagulls 
rummaging for their next meal.

wave upon wave of scattered foam wash over
brash crayoned streaks of blue and green hews 
that seem to melt across and blend into 
a continuous pallet of assorted colors.

at the same time the formidable forces 
of untamed waters compete 
in their final rush to win 
the race to land's end. 


C.A.K.  2-21-2013

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.



Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |

Ocean Dreams

Seagulls chortle on seaside,
while families float like feathers
upon silky sand.

Ocean releases heavy blue
upon captivating curves of coastline. 
Mist rises.

Golden sun glows. 
Tides stretch white tipped branches,
wearing ornaments of light.

Wild waves weave together 
like wishful lovers.
Unity understood is powerful. 
.
Floating logs are nature's love letters
of proud timber
lost to technology, time or storm.

Sailboats slide over swells,
for they are ocean's tipping hats
to solitude and soul.

Sunset seeps like molten lava,
melting into midnight blues.
Restless colors reach as day's final rays.

Full moon beats as a pearl heart
against night's lungs.
Stars flutter as butterflies above soft sea.

A sigh drifts by as a simple cloud.
Lighthouses glint and gleam,
through gentle winds.

June 10th 2007

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

The Ocean

My heart sleeps by the Ocean.. Give me beach therapy please..
When all this world's troubles come upon me.. just let me dip my feet in the sea..
I don't ask for much just a little sand between my toes 
Enough to make this ole girl go ooohhh lala and away she goes.. 
When it's time for me to return back to reality.. 
I'll just stay here a little longer living in Peace you see.. 
Because the sand, the waves, the pure blue, green water is where I long to be.. 
Nothing can take place of living at the beach in splendid harmony..
Walking with Jesus is where I'll be living in serenity.. 
Talking to him about all the things I see.. 
Just pouring out my heart to him makes me feel free.. 
I want look back at all the things I left behind
because they want matter to me this time..
I'm on the beach you see where life is happy as can be..
Just to feel the wind upon my face as those waves come in it makes my heart race.. 
Ahh the feeling is so grand all the stress of life there's not a strand.. 
Ohh my see that beach over there that's it that's the place God gave to me, 
My my look at it glow.. More beautiful than a diamond in a bridal show.. 
I found my home where I belong.. 
Now I can finally sing my greatest song..

Copyright © Rose Stephens | Year Posted 2015