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Two young lovers, Walking on the sand,

Gazing at each other, Talking hand in hand,

The prints they leave behind them,

Marking memories of the past,

The long beach laid before them,

Hoping love will last,

The ocean captures the footprints,

And erases them from the shore,

Taking with it remembrances,

And leaving them with more,

Time has passed,

And before you know it innocence fades,

And the fantasies are done,

Now I am back on the beach,

alone, watching and waiting,

For the love that hadn't grown,

I walk along the ocean,

Two footprints, not four,

Wondering where the laughter went,

Why he didn't love me more,

I stop to sit,

And draws his name in the sand,

A celestial stranger comes along,

And reaches out a hand,

Hesitantly I takes it,

And he listens to my cries,

He's been there before,

He's heard many lies,

he took my hand,

And I follow, not knowing why,

Love will always be reborn again,

Even if it may die,

I am more cautious than before,

And as I look back at the footprints,

I smiled seeing not two, but four,

This time will be different,

my heart trying to say,

Something magical happened,

I felt it the first day,

Something clicked when they touched,

A jolt from inside,

I knew he'd be there always,

I imagine its twenty years later,

And his love for me,

Is now even greater,

He looks at me like the first time we met,

And despite all the years gone by,

We can never forget,

Those four special footprints,

That are never washed away,

They'll stay forever on my heart,

Until their dying day.