Your eyes are so beautiful in the sun.
I noticed that in Baltimore yesterday,
when you turned towards the sun down by the bay.
Everything about you was perfect --
the way your collar flipped up in the wind,
the small hole in the knee of your jeans
the half-smile that you are notorious for,
when you're trying not to smile
Walking for miles through the greenest grass with my shoes off
And squinting against the spring sun as it reflected off the pools of water
You and i raced along like children in a field
And the smell of the wind -- the feel of the grass -- the taste of you
It was all so childlike and wonderful
And i would have given anything if we could just stay there forever.
I was lost in my thoughts... thoughts of where the rest of my life should go
And the only thing that brought me out of the daze was the feel of your hand,
Grasping mine,
Two puzzle pieces, our hands, that fit together perfect.
Do you know you have some tiny freckles, that only come out in the sun?
They're beautiful too....
I think i'll always think of yesterday, when i smell peanut butter
Or when i wear those white sandals that i said i'll never wear again
Or when i eat blue crabs on a monday at a place with no windows
where they let you color on the table with crayons....
I'll think of the look on your face that you had yesterday
When i was studying your beauty,
The face i've come to memorize line by line,
Feature by feature
Freckle by freckle.
Could there be anything better in this life than walking through spring grass holding your hand?
Any feeling better than falling asleep with my head on your shoulder in the truck at 4 a.m.?
Anyone who makes me feel happier, safer, younger, and more free?
I don't think so.
I still don't know what i would name our boat,
The one we would park next in the "boat parking lot" by Bo Brooks
If we ever had one...
I still don't know how to get at the inside of the crab without massacring it...
I still don't know my way around DC after being there a million times...
But i do know a few things:
I know that we are going to have a lot more of those barefoot walks in this life...
I know that moments like that don't last forever, but looking forward to the next is what life is all about,
And i know that you are wonderful and perfect to me --
Like a spring day by the bay, in the sun -- barefoot and beautiful.
I noticed that in Baltimore yesterday,
when you turned towards the sun down by the bay.
Everything about you was perfect --
the way your collar flipped up in the wind,
the small hole in the knee of your jeans
the half-smile that you are notorious for,
when you're trying not to smile
Walking for miles through the greenest grass with my shoes off
And squinting against the spring sun as it reflected off the pools of water
You and i raced along like children in a field
And the smell of the wind -- the feel of the grass -- the taste of you
It was all so childlike and wonderful
And i would have given anything if we could just stay there forever.
I was lost in my thoughts... thoughts of where the rest of my life should go
And the only thing that brought me out of the daze was the feel of your hand,
Grasping mine,
Two puzzle pieces, our hands, that fit together perfect.
Do you know you have some tiny freckles, that only come out in the sun?
They're beautiful too....
I think i'll always think of yesterday, when i smell peanut butter
Or when i wear those white sandals that i said i'll never wear again
Or when i eat blue crabs on a monday at a place with no windows
where they let you color on the table with crayons....
I'll think of the look on your face that you had yesterday
When i was studying your beauty,
The face i've come to memorize line by line,
Feature by feature
Freckle by freckle.
Could there be anything better in this life than walking through spring grass holding your hand?
Any feeling better than falling asleep with my head on your shoulder in the truck at 4 a.m.?
Anyone who makes me feel happier, safer, younger, and more free?
I don't think so.
I still don't know what i would name our boat,
The one we would park next in the "boat parking lot" by Bo Brooks
If we ever had one...
I still don't know how to get at the inside of the crab without massacring it...
I still don't know my way around DC after being there a million times...
But i do know a few things:
I know that we are going to have a lot more of those barefoot walks in this life...
I know that moments like that don't last forever, but looking forward to the next is what life is all about,
And i know that you are wonderful and perfect to me --
Like a spring day by the bay, in the sun -- barefoot and beautiful.
