Warm nights
one by one...
we watched the stars stream across the sky
the water in shades of balck and sometimes white..
moving softly beneath us
We could have layed forever on the cold cement,
wraped up in your jacket,
pouring out our hearts...
I learned so much of you that summer
so much of myself,
and yet each day I feel like I have only begun
Warm collided with cold
and the cement became my coach,
wraped up inside you, underneath a blanket
our confessions growing a little more
day by day
We watched as scenery changed,
from orange and brown to red and green
and back again
Kneeling with you in the cathedral,
walking with you in the park,
kissing you on my front porch...
again... and again... and again...
each time better than the last
It wasn't all smooth sailing though,
our road had a few curves
and at times blind spots took over...
but we always managed to find out way back home
Its funny how the little things
become the bigger...
because in the end they always do
It wasn't the times you took me out,
( although you rarely did )
or the things you gave me
( those were a rarety also )
don't get me wrong though,
I wouldn't have it any other way...
It was the times
when I held your hand in the dark
listening to your heart,
sitting in the middle of your road at 2am
hearing stories from your childhood...
the ones you have kept secret,
but I was lucky enough for you to share with...
the way you play with my feet when we lay in bed,
the first time you told me you loved me,
and even every time after that...
the late night calls to remind us of our prayers
It's always been the littler things,
that become the bigger...
and now cold is fading to warm
and here we are once again...
one by one...
we watched the stars stream across the sky
the water in shades of balck and sometimes white..
moving softly beneath us
We could have layed forever on the cold cement,
wraped up in your jacket,
pouring out our hearts...
I learned so much of you that summer
so much of myself,
and yet each day I feel like I have only begun
Warm collided with cold
and the cement became my coach,
wraped up inside you, underneath a blanket
our confessions growing a little more
day by day
We watched as scenery changed,
from orange and brown to red and green
and back again
Kneeling with you in the cathedral,
walking with you in the park,
kissing you on my front porch...
again... and again... and again...
each time better than the last
It wasn't all smooth sailing though,
our road had a few curves
and at times blind spots took over...
but we always managed to find out way back home
Its funny how the little things
become the bigger...
because in the end they always do
It wasn't the times you took me out,
( although you rarely did )
or the things you gave me
( those were a rarety also )
don't get me wrong though,
I wouldn't have it any other way...
It was the times
when I held your hand in the dark
listening to your heart,
sitting in the middle of your road at 2am
hearing stories from your childhood...
the ones you have kept secret,
but I was lucky enough for you to share with...
the way you play with my feet when we lay in bed,
the first time you told me you loved me,
and even every time after that...
the late night calls to remind us of our prayers
It's always been the littler things,
that become the bigger...
and now cold is fading to warm
and here we are once again...
