It's still there, the Telegraph Hut on the sandy white Hebriden beach.

Inside its small domain, our initials are still carved within a small loveheart

A testimony to a time and love that never dies, and that can never perish

At least from my side alone

I can never say a bad word about you, for if I did, I would be breaking my solemn pledge

My true side of the betrothal we made many moons ago, alas never to be fulfilled.

What broke it, I don't know, you said we just drifted apart

I know that is not true , because I never drifted anywhere

I remained loyal to my vow, though it cut me in two

And though millions of sobbing tears were shed, it's true the pain never goes away

It just learns to find a place where it does not hurt anymore, as life must go on.

Yet Today, I started loving you again, as I walked alone and destitute along the solitary shore line.

I came across a deserted sandpiper's scraped hollow of a nest

With still two abandoned eggs within the shattered sea shells and sand.

It made me think

Those two forlorn eggs represented the two shades of me.

One that was beaten and defeated

The other that rose with pride and spirit

I know which one I prefer