It was in the way she looked at me. A tenderness I hadn’t seen, That made me wish that we were the only ones to see these stars and dream these dreams. I watched her walk down the aisle with a bouquet of rain, dandelions, and beautiful things. We were kids, yet we held our dreams in our hands hoping to grasp tightly to them as long as we could, yet loosely enough for them to take flight carrying us by their kite-strings. Dreams made of cotton and twine. Trying to put together a masterpiece one piece at a time. It was in the way she looked at me that made me see, I would do anything to build a life and tie together dreams to make something beautiful for her to see.