Swelling with the possibilities
Of a future so sunny and fun
Of nights of warm skin and a cool breeze
And days of salty water and sun
To trace your palm with my fingertips
And taste your perfume on my tongue
As your mustache scratches and stings my lips
I feel what I’ve known all along
These days are numbered but endless
So I’ll wait and savor my memories
Of the promises made by our happiness
Overheard by the waves and palm trees
