Watermelon

The juice ran down our chins and stained our clothes -

pale pink polka dots, like summer flowers.

With sun and sea, and sand between our toes,

we sat upon the beach and laughed for hours.

Discarded watermelon by our sides,

we lay full-stretch to soak up August's glory;

untroubled by the passing of the tides -

too tied up in writing our own story.

A decade from that day I took a knee

on that same beach, and asked you to be mine -

to give myself to you, and you to me;

to be my one forever valentine.

You told me yes; we both began to cry -

in all my dreams, I never thought you'd lie.