He sits in the hatch,
Alone and cold,
He hated being alone, if the truth be told
The ceiling was white,
The walls were bare,
But all he could think of was the beauty called Claire,
He sits in the sand,
Looking out at the sea,
Thinking in his mind, does she love me?
He thinks about her all the time,
Her golden locks of curling hair,
Her deep blue eyes, he can't help but stare,
She walks over the beach glowing like an angel,
She sits down beside him, he tingles with fear,
She touches his hand and so gentle and dear,
He looks at her closely,
She gives him a warm smile,
So he looks at her and says, stay here with me a while.