By Liboo
Date: 2 January 1999

By the beach--Dedicated to Babloo

The waves of the ocean,
Pounding against the sand of the beach,
Two dark figures lay,
Not moving, not touching...just feeling the presence,
The presence of something wonderful,
The moon shines dimly,
Casting a faint light on the figures,
Who are so enchanted with each others company,
Little do they notice,
The faint murmuring of dolphins nearby,
The delicate footsteps of turtles placing their eggs,
The insignificant appearance of starfish on every inch of the sand,
Although they lay indifferent...
Everything else could tell they were deeply in love,
The two figures that lay,
Not moving, not touching...just feeling the presence.
The presence of something wonderful called Love.