The Day I Died
It was the day i was suppose to die,
Not leaving room for anyone to cry.
I just left this place to go back home.
Never again on this earth will I ever roam.
in Beach Poems
You look out into the water;
The waves make the most beautiful sound.
A place you find peace and comfort,
Walking hand in hand and looking around.
It's the wheel of nature that drives every man, yet the beauty of it is never written. But after I read the poem, I'm indebted to nature.
I am glad this poem moved your boyfriend. When I write poetry, it is through God that I get my inspiration. Ralph Quinonez