I need to make you mine. In time

I will return, you’ll learn, that love’s unending

journey, makes us yearn to spend the years as one.

I’d take the sun and shine it - twine it

on the beach of shiny pebbles.

Take the pebble - keep it with you,

may it give you my devoted love.

Make our pebbles kiss; now they’ll

return together. Pretty Miss

please promise me, they’ll

tether our love, weather all the woes

before me.

He stood.

My handsome hero kissed in love,

leaving me on that beach.

I stroked the pebble, knew we’d treble

unending love on his return.

He took his beret, shone the badge

with pride.

He died.

My young dear love.

Above, he looks down on that beach,

so many pebbles - out of reach.