Island Girl

Under a breeze filled sea grape tree
An island girl strolled languidly
Down the path to the turquoise sea
Her movements tranquil, fluid, free.

Her dress, a vibrant tapestry,
A swaying lightweight drapery,
Fell across her femininity
Like quiet waves wash o'er the sea

And then she turned and smiled at me,
Her eyes twinkling playfully,
Revealing brave tranquility,
Unmasking my sweet reverie.

Under a breeze filled sea grape tree
Down the path to the turquoise sea
An island girl strolled languidly,
And stole a little bit of me.

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For Sarah

Written by Bob