An average man is all I see,
Standing in front of this puddle made by rain,
As more people walk by in glee,
Murky, my reflection it cannot maintain,

Then you stopped by and see,
"Why is this man staring at a puddle?",
Bravely I ask "are you staring at me?",
Silent, she sat beside me in my rubble,

Say and beautify those words,
Stay and make one of two worlds,
Bravely take me away forever,
Never look back until we get older,

Who are we to make love so pretty?
In all honesty, "why did it have to be me?"
Silent, she and I both agree,
The best is here, nowhere else we'd rather be.

Who are we to make love so pretty?
Her eyes glitter of a cherry sunshine story,
That was never perfect but we both agree,
The best is here, nowhere else we'd rather be.