I stroll down the beach
on a beautiful morning.
The sun is warm, the breeze is cool,
the world is at rest.

The very asphalt I walk on
mingles with my body.
The sea is beautiful
full of life.

I think on some level that this
is how it's meant to be,
how the simplicity is perfect.
Then I think of her…

That glamorous look…
…those deep eyes…
…those sensatious lips…
…that perfect smile…

And I find my mind drifting from the beach;
thinking of her, that beauty,
that amazing mind;
then I think: “I don't have a chance.”

I find myself back on the edges of the beach
I've been walking for quite some time now
my feet start to hurt, my head starts spinning,
but I keep going, with a smile on my face, and a warm thought:
her…