i remember the cold grass,
flattened beneath our backs,
as we stared upon the stars above

your eyes would glow,
the most beautiful sight to be seen,
the stars could never compete

and when i would put my thoughts into words,
you'd blush; and the smile to grace your face,
was much like the sun above

you'd often blind me,
making my eyes burn, a pleasant sting,
while you sit, oblivious

oh, how you took my breath away