I’ve dreamt of the Caribbean since I was a wee child.
Crystal clear blue waters and sugary sand to sink my toes into.
Sun that heals the heart as it burns your skin.
Crystal clear blue waters and sugary sand to sink my toes into.
Sun that heals the heart as it burns your skin.
A cold drink in your hand, the condensation runs down your fingers.
Local girls pass by, smiling with their brown eyes.
Your toes tingle and curl.
Isla Verde, Puerto Rico.
A commonwealth, a paradise, my home for a moment in time.
