We were pleased with our fate....
As we watched the world skate....
‘Round the world on that icy blue sky....
It is nice to survey....
How one’s life goes each day....
With a mate, and a love colored sigh....
On a high second floor....
We found the front door....
Of the house we had swapped for our
tour....
‘Twas located down south....
Near the big river’s mouth....
With the beach an additional lure....
It was early next morn....
That we treated with scorn....
Bitter cold, caused by brisk winter blows....
‘Tho I wondered instead....
Why I’d left that warm bed....
When I felt winter’s chill in my toes....
Ah! My thoughts were so few....
As I made plans with you....
To convert the whole day into dreams....
Perhaps, survey the land....
Dig some holes in the sand....
Maybe hike – while fulfilling our
schemes....
We abandoned our hike....
When we rented that bike....
And we rode down the beach in a roar....
My heart kept the pace....
As the wind hit my face....
Bitter winds... but still yelling for more.... Yes, the winter chilled air....
Swept the fingers of hair....
Like a love caress, curling your face....
With a hint that gave rise....
To a bride’s sparkling eyes....
‘Tho in dungarees, rather than lace....
Watching waves kiss the hill....
Added much to the thrill....
Motorcycling the length of the shore....
With the ride at an end....
We saw nightlife begin....
On the boardwalk, ‘till wanting no more....
Silky soft is the scheme....
Of a true lover’s dream....
Watching clouds skate the heavens of blue....
There’s no feeling of waste....
In the absence of haste....
‘Cause I love doing nothing with you....
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