The Seasons and the Beaches Change
I found a beach--
It's secluded, and it's mine.
My new favorite place in the world
But I need you to make love to me there
Before the seasons change
And it's too late.”
“Yes,” he promised. “Of course.”
But then the first snowflake fell
And he still hadn't touched me
With my back to the sand--
While I looked at the clouds
and sought inspiration for new poetry.
The seasons change
And the snow came--
He still hadn't touched me.
Now eight long months we'd wait
to find this opportunity again,
But I can guarantee that with the months
The seasons will change
And so will my heart--
By that time,
the snow will no longer be on the ground
But my heart will no longer be with him
Or the beach I used to love.