Sand of purity

Thus a grain of sand be my chance,
To dream a feeling so good,
That the pain it may never be,
Sinks my vying heart.
On top of the sand dune she sits,
Running her hand through her silky hair,
As the white capped waves caress the sand,
Her glittering eyes captivate me.
We walk, our souls as one,
Not a single word from either's lips,
My heart swells as I turn towards her,
And in what a thousands verses could never say,
Yet in a glance is expressed,
She knows my love and I know hers,
And her eyes,
Her eyes.

(date unknown, pre-2007)