AC 2C 3CShe danced on the beach, her foot prints hidden by the foam. Her lover, well now she should say husband, watched from a log well above the water line. Twirling in celebration of life, of their union, of all the good that is bound to come.
She danced on the beach, her foot prints hidden by the foam. Her lover, well now she should say husband, watched from a log well above the water line. Twirling in celebration of life, of their union, of all the good that is bound to come.