The Beach...

Strolling in the pale moonlight two lovers, hand in hand walking along the beach, making footprints in the sand... Talking about their hopes and dreams, planning their course in life, he got down on his knees, and asked would she be his wife?... Gladly she accepted, proud to wear his ring, promising all the happiness, that their love would bring... Suddenly, in slow motion, like a moment lost in time, he stepped out of the darkness, weilding his shiney knife... He cut into the heart of the only love she'd ever known, ripping away the dreams they had and the future they would own... Off in the night he ran, not stopping to think twice, about the horror that he caused when he took away a life... She knelt down beside him, in her arms she held his head, she begged him not to leave but, she knew that he was dead... As the waves came crashing in on her she tried to understand, she looked up to the Heavens and asked the Lord to take her hand... And, the Lord, He did hold her softly to His breast, and when He spoke, He told her that her first true love had to rest... Now, she looks back upon that time and she knows He had a plan, you see He sent her someone else to love.... and he's a very special man... Written March 2nd, 2000 © on Oct 19 2001 07:38 PM PST   0 • 1