The Heat, the Ocean and Her

We married in the summertime. 

Roses in your hair, 

you glowed with happiness 

and shone with care. 

As we faced each other, 

I thought I'd never forget

the way you smiled,

the way your hair curled,

the way your lipstick matched your flowers. 

I thought I'd never be this happy again,

I almost burst. 

But then you shock me awakened said,

"We're almost there."