The beach, may not have white sand,
The sea, may not be crystal clear, 
But the waves, kiss the shore, just the same;
The sky, with all shades of the blue band,
Yachts and boats, anchored everywhere,
And the wall in-between, keeps the coast safe;

Here I stand behind the bench, near the sand bank,
It’s warm and sunny here, this time of the year,
Scenic place on the horizon, don’t know the name;
Lost in this beautiful moment, hand in hand,
Time flies as they hold still, at a speed unclear,
And going back in time now, in words I frame;
Can’t express all the details, hope you understand,
Such a breathtaking scenery, it’s not my frontier,
And yet, here I try so hard, oh it’s just lame.