By the waters edge we rest and play, 

toes in the water, feeling quite gay,

celebrating the warmth of the dancing air 

and the restful peace of that place we share.

A loving time with never once a worry, 

soft sounds of ripples that won’t ever hurry

and when the wind changes to a cooler breeze, 

we'll head on home for some warming teas.

We’ll spend the evening with fond memories, 

of the beauty we saw by those gentle seas,

before we make love by the open fireplace 

with our dual passions and the purest grace...

©Rhumour 

January 13th 2015