first of 'the wedding nights'

He writes her name in the sand
He smiles and wiggles the piece of wood in his hand
He looks up and stares up at the sky
Sunlight, so bright, the glamor of her eyes

Cherish the moment when they are alone
Holding hands, whispering romantic whims, all by their own
Under the beach tree of a starry night sky
Her eyes twinkle like crystals shone upon which, a light

The waves, they roar, in their ears
The wind blows, in their hair
Still they would not take away their sight from beyond each other's eyes
The night of which they call, the first of 'the wedding nights'