got lost and confused
by the tint of green
in your eyes
that would make fresh, summer grass jealous
and St. Patrick pass out
on his own celebration.

see i'm still learning how to be okay
with things I cannot change about myself
but I don't think it's ever been easy
loving parts I've never asked for,
but was dropped on me like
the feeling of highness
from those hits

the thing I don't understand
is how alright
how content
how proudly
I would be able to love you
when I never asked for you,
yearned for you,
but only stumbled upon you.

every time i'm around
and hear the sky open from the grace of your laugh
it is as if you
are wooing me closer and closer to heaven
making me feel like
a good man
who's met his guardian angel
something i'll wait
a whole lifetime for.