The Lovers

The sea rolls onto the beach beneath the soft swaying palms like two little puppies we played, for we were lovers. Seagulls fly free beyond the leafy pandanus trees like two flashing fire-flies we flew after each other long past retiring time, for we were lovers. The bird of paradise sings with joy in the ever-high mountains. Like two lithe creepers we tangled far into the jungle, for we were lovers. The stream gladly conjoins the river between her sandy banks as we, never to be parted, for we were lovers