Oh, what a view

Oh, what a view

I want to walk a field of flowers with you

Look to the sunset as birds pass us by

Their chirping brings a sweet melody to our ears

We sit and watch as the moon begins to rise

You and I look up to the sky, the craters afar lock to our eyes

We wonder what mysteries lie before us, what a wonderful surprise

It's a wonderful sight if I do say so myself

How the moon brightens up your face and glistens in the light

When our hands lock tight, I can't help but to get excited

A feeling inside, ever so lasting, never having to fight

We drift away to a pond, a flood of memories pull towards our way

We each skip stones across the water, each ripple representing the days

Every day seems as if it was to have been replayed

The day we first met, the day we first played

The view was perfect with that smile on your face

Reviews

[~]

Lovely poem, and perfect title.

[Alex]

This is a beautiful, and loving display of affection. You're imagery is beautiful, and your flow is perfect. Well done, beautiful poem.