The day was wet,
Fresh with puddles left scattered from the morning rains,
But a beautiful day, wet day,
The breeze picks up,
the sun started to show,
High but hidden, darker clouds roll off.
It's Asif light was made for our path,
I glance to see a smile, simple sweet,
But real, and true, genuine have you.
And the breeze again I see it as your hair picks up, that smile.
Distracted by it again and the look as she looked out,
What could she be thinking,
It's so blissful,
So at peace here,
I'm happy, definitely happy, I'm filled with a warmth like what cake must feel like fresh from the oven full soft warm,
It's this smile I keep noticing,
I can't help it, I can't help but want more of it,
The look she gives me, Asif I'm staring, but I know I am, the next look is nervous, I can't help it.
But we continue her smile lasting for hours, this day, what a wet and wonderful day,
Absolutely stunning.
But my day, my moments.