Poetry 1
You pulled my hand, calm and slow,
the breeze was cool, the waves moved low.
i’d never been out that late before,
but with you by my side, i wanted more.
the sand was cold, but your touch was warm,
like even the wind couldn't do any harm.
you held my hands like you weren’t gonna leave,
like every second with me was something to keep.
i looked at you , your eyes caught mine
prettiest ones i’ve seen all my life.
the moon hit the water, everything felt still,
but nothing has ever compared to the way you made me feel.
~ dhanu
7.7.2025
First time writing love instead of loss
