I woke up this morning and thought of my friend,
And I thought of the day we had planned,
Everything just made sense, but little I knew,
Of the day and its troubles at hand.

I met her at 12 on the hour exact,
And we started to chat as we left,
We talked about jobs and stereotypes,
Hinting about things other than theft.

As the day passed us by I started to feel
Something growing from inside my soul
I woke up thinking of her as a friend,
But now shed become my hearts goal.

I had always noticed her beautiful face,
But as we walked for mile upon mile,
I started to see that I like her a bit,
And that I love her beautiful smile.