The Set

One teardrop, one raven and a seashell
Little shared memories of their sweet yesterdays
Well rehearsed lines in a romance script
Whispering dialect in the most delightful ways

Incoming tides became their velvet curtains
Warm wind shifted sand with every act
Lighthouse played spotlights on the stars
There was nothing there they really lacked

The show opened with her tempting Act One smile
That quickly stole his male lead breath away
Act Two lines grew so much more intense
One kiss and they knew love was there to stay

Act Three brought trials and tribulations
Little plots an audience could understand
Even if only seabirds and crabs applauded
While willingly sharing the warmth of sand

Act Four the raven perched on driftwood
To willingly witness the climax of the show
Pacing solemnly he gave his mute approval
Blackbirds are shape shifters don’t you know

Holding her hand he passed her his treasure
He said he had no golden band to share
Instead he blew a kiss into that pearly shell
She’d feel it whenever she held it to her ear

The Final Act came as no great surprise
He took her in his arms at sunset’s view
Will you take me to be your love forever
She wiped happy tears away to say “I do!”