From Chicago to Lake Geneva,
I knew it to be true:
I loved you.

It was our spring break
But we weren't at the shore
We were outside your front door.

From your mother's disapproval
To your father's dismay,
I had faith in our mainstay.

It was the scent of your pillowcase
And the warmth of your hands
That solidified my plans

During your parent's time away
The sun chose to break through;
Small specks of dust in your room

It was the curve of your lips
And the promises you made
That gave me away

I was suppressing a confession -
A secret of my own...
Whispered onto your jawbone

My thoughts on the train
Were fully admitted
I, committed

From Lake Geneva to Minneapolis,
I knew it to be true:
I loved you.