Remember Atlantic View?
The wide vistas of rolling surf
pounding the beach unmercifully;
watching young ones riding the
high rolling white topped waves.
Aquatic mavericks with
enough energy to supply
light for the whole of Devon
Remember those enormous breakfasts?
What a smile they brought
to your morning faceā¦
almost as broad as the one I brought to it!
And those cosy candlelit dinners
sitting out on a veranda
watching the blaze of sunset
with an inner glow of good red wine
still tantalising the tongue
The elusive fragrance of Hydrangeas,
shockingly blue against the sandstone
coloured walls of the patio below.
The anticipation of sharing another
night in our honeymoon suite
cocooned and cosy, you were so easy to love. (still are)
Do you remember?

Comments
threeleafshamrock | April 23, 2009 - 10:47
Wonderful sentiment; he must feel a bit special reading this - I would. Brought me back 20 years to a little hotel in Cyprus (the wine was white; Aphrodite), the smells, the food, the weather, the company, the honeymoon suite and the love, all delicious. Don't know if everything else is still there but the love certainly is. Thanks for this one; enjoyed immensely.
Chris ;)
Nathan Bednarek | April 24, 2009 - 14:13
This is really good. I enjoyed reading this poem very much. Good work, well done!
Nathan xox
Bradene | May 4, 2009 - 11:21
Written for a challenge but all absolutely true. Lovely honeymoon with a lovely man. Thanks Chris Val x
Bradene | May 4, 2009 - 11:21
Thanks Nathan you're very kind. Val x