Black hair black glasses black jeans red shoes
Walnut skin brown eyes gentle heart

Walking around or sitting in a chair
You're always perfect   I'm  always there

You may not notice the other guys but I do
I see the way you look at me I see the way they look at you

Hair- flowing in the wind soft sound of small feet
I stand and realize what I'm doing
I shouldn't do this. No one should

We'll laugh long. We'll laugh hard. Like two fireflies in a jar.

I'm not perfect that's quite clear. What's not clear is our future if we last to see it I need to make it through and I need you