On the island,

they talk about the Grand Promenade,

I know exactly what they mean,

now I have taken that walk.

I am humbled,

in your presence,

I am smitten,

I am beguiled.

I can feel your hand,

under my arm,

steadying my heart and soul,

when this world spins me about.

Please trust me,

I trust you,

please love me,

I love you.

On the island,

they told us about the Grand Promenade,

we know exactly what they mean,

now that we have taken that walk.

Place your hand upon mine,

I see the shawl in your hands and heart,

It is sewn from the finest,

almost transparent.

Pale and red,

brilliant with color,

exploding with the mist,

and delicate like lace.

When you swirl it about your head,

my heart is still,

my breath is gone,

you are the image of everything I love.

In my backyard,

I can see the past is present,

over my shoulder,

the Bay of Fundy caresses my heart.

Looking up,

we stroll through this starry canopy,

upon The Grand Promenade,

that is our dear love.