her beach sand eyes
lowered when she blushed
a smile parted her lips
her hair I brushed
i was lost the first time
i kissed her lips
there was no one else
to accompany me on this trip
we call life
her night black hair
would fall across her face
as she lay over me
my fingers did trace
a memory along her cheeks
a longing across her breasts
a desire for her soul
i wanted nothing less
from my wife
her beach sand eyes
and night black hair
are heart felt memories
of our fifty years
together in life
