quiet time

he watches her standing
on the end of the pier
eyes filled with laughter
wind in her hair
his mind questions
could this be real
unable to believe
how happy he feels
he never thought
he would live this day
with her by his side
him feeling this way
he never dreamt
he could trust again
he never believed
he could love again
still here they are
alone in the sand
a touch of the heart
a touch of the hand
softly kissing
its quiet time
no need for words
no need to rhyme
one deep breath
their spirits soar
no one could ever
pray for more
a quiet beach
a starlit night
holding each other
never felt so right