I Miss This Place/I Miss Her Face

yet another poem of lost love

Now and again,
I come back to this place,
hoping, to see her face,

I sit here,
and watch my memories unfold,
the pleasures, of stories untold,

The sky was dark,
the air on the beach was warm,
this is the night, our love was born,

Here again,
i sit and ask God why,
our love is gone, as i dry my eyes.