If the tide could sing for them
it will sing the song they swayed to
creeping onto those fine sand
massages at their feet
If the stars could tell tales
It will tell a story of perfect strangers
lying with her head on his tummy
With chocolate and candles
staring back at those pearly stars
And if only the rain could touch them again
Like they did under their umbrella
Close and sheltered
Dearly and loved
