The morning sun was golden bright,
She took my hand and held it tight,
We walked the grounds where banners flew,
Beneath a sky of endless blue.
The smell of Old Bay filled the air,
She laughed and tossed her wind-blown hair,
The steamers hissed, the mallets rang,
And somewhere near, a sweet band sang.
We cracked our crabs with gleeful might,
Her fingers messy, eyes alight,
She stole a bite right off my plate,
And smiled the smile that seals my fate.
We wandered stalls of crafts and art,
She pressed a seashell to her heart,
I bought her lemonade and pie,
And watched the afternoon drift by.
The children danced, the old folks swayed,
The sun grew amber as we stayed,
She leaned her head against my chest,
And whispered, “This, I love the best.”
When twilight kissed the harbor’s shore,
We lingered, wishing there were more,
Her eyes like lanterns, soft and bright,
My beautiful lady, my perfect night.
So here’s to crabs and summer days,
To festivals and golden haze,
But most of all, to holding near,
The one who makes the world more dear.