"The crisp air;Moon-light bouncing off the ocean.The gristled sand betwixt our toes;The scent of salt flowering through the breeze.Hand in hand;And heart to heart -My love for thee grows more and more as the moon doth to rise.A kiss so tender;Nice and light;A smile that flows from cheek to cheek.Innocence and laugher;More wine throughout the night.Thy head spins as if this were to be a dream.For wishing upon a shooting star, Our love shall shineRaising...