I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about.
A warm summer’s sweet delight,
closer, looking in her eyes,
sitting huddled in the sand,
beside the tides, earth’s heaving sighs.
Passions high, entangled limbs,
kisses balmier than a rose’s lips.
Sunset, dusk and moonlit nights,
all merry, all rejoice.
Heavenly abode, where else it is?
where lies mankind’s most craving smiles?
Where but in love’s most embracing arms!
Where but in those stolen glance!
Literary Expeditions 