Of all the sights we have seen you're the one I still can see no matter what.
Stormy winter ice-cold coffee's blankets and an evening talking.
Yet you left for a college and I set still pondering.
Why you left me and when you see us together again.
The coffee stains you left are still on the stove.
Until we travel to the grove.
That's where we met once alone, then I seen you what was I to behold.
An angel in a white silky dress with red roses scattered up your body through your hair.
At that strike of time my senses went over load with hungry needing to consult with your brilliance and charm.
Our history is shape-full and trained to steal the heart's of many at our will.
Yet we will settle at our own love appeal.