The Beauty in You

I remember the morning

When you held my hands,

And asked me the odd question,

If I had washed them.

I remember the gentle scent

Of the ocean breeze;

As you held my hands in yours,

Gently, and slowly with ease.

I was simply stunned

By the look in your eyes,

So filled with the optimism of life.

I remember the feeling,

And the mystery in you;

That cannot be put together,

By mere a word or two.

I remember your loveliness,

The beauty in you;

That I'd wish to see again,

Like every day, too.