The sky is more blue through the tint of my glasses, and the grass seems softer after the rain
You say you love the view from this garden, and I say so do I, but I'm looking at you
You say that you can hear my heartbeat, I say yes, for your head is on my chest and my breathing is slow, we're both at rest. And you tangle your fingers around my neck, and I tangle my fingers in you hair.
And I"m looking down at you your forest colored eyes, and your lips, very pink maybe more so through the tint of my glasses but pink all the same.
I think I'd like to kiss you right now, But it's not the right time, and I don't know how. I don't want to let you go, and I think I'd like to know your soul