I know of an island where lovers go,
not far from Florida, it's called Abaco.

Where in island beach is easy to find,
A place alone were two can entwine.
A place to rest - time to unwind,
all civilization now left behind,
A setting that's, one of a kind.


After a hard day of playing with your number one,
Your island beach tryst, now is done.
At a waters edge bar you gather for fun,
The mixing of juice and rum has begun.
You chat with new friends and wait for a setting sun.

Aside from the romance there is much to do,
but you must forget cell phone sent email too,
Have a love of the sea - it's the islands glue,
Fish snorkel or sail in their oceans blue.
A boat is a must even a canoe.

On the hammock we now lay watching the sky,
Providing twinkling stars in an endless supply,
As a myriad of meteors go fleeting by.
This is my Abacos in May June and July,
my heaven on earth I am trying to imply.

I've been going to this place since long ago,
And I've said all I can, to get you to know,
About the islands I love, called Abaco.