Oftentimes in recurring, sentimental moments
I am achingly treading back to years too swiftly spun
from the mist and capture of yearning memory
my First Love, comes again in dashing, courting revelry

A mystery beau, charming and oh so debonair
dark, wispy locks of casually tangled hair
impetuously bid him close, enshrine his sinking kiss
melt anew to tender touch of his encircling fingertips
at that sacred beach, frolicking amidst tremulous sea swirls
seductive twinkle in romancing eyes, laughter I cherished so well


Too soon that familiar pain that hovered, came again to trusting heart
when suddenly our two lives and worlds were suddenly split apart
then momentarily, just as suddenly as nearer and nearer he came
leaves me to my haunting, lonely vigil on that unforgettable beach again