Some folks say I'm corny and make such a fuss,
but I say, true love's not dead, it's living in us.
I ache to hear the waves pounding
with a gentle fury against the shore,
a silent crescendo tumbling into fortissimo,
accentuating Earth's score;
to see the sky burn in the blaze of a sunset
and make a wish before the sun is sucked down into the sea.
Let the moon take center stage, her beams on high,
nature's light show for my lover and me.
Let a slide guitar gently bend my heart strings,
palms sway to the tune in my memory.
These thoughts, frozen by the winter sun,
will soon thaw into a reality.
I'll be returning to my beloved Hawaii
with open arms as wide as can be.
Oh please, Eastern Airlines,
don't screw this up for me!
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