I met you at the shoreline

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I met you at the shoreline/ As the sun was going down/ and the sky was the most beautiful cotton candy pink You said you were enamored with my beauty/but I felt the same as you/ Eyes as Blue as the sky/ Hair as white as a glistening snow It had been decades/since I had met a guy I would like to get to know/ but there was something so endearing about your glow The way you would shine when I asked you about your ebb and flow/ the way you just went with life no matter what you were thrown yes you were beautifully full grown/but there was something so special about your smile/how it raidiated across the miles Smiling despite the storms/shows the relillisence of the human form/ you had just been through a rough divorce/ but you remain a force I never thought I would end up loving/the guy i sat next to on the shore/ you were once a complete stranger/but now we have been together for a year/and last night when we went to dinner/you asked me to marry you/ love overcame me and of course i said yes/and now we are in for an an adventure that will showcase life's best.

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