Whenever I write
You’re never too far in sight
Such an innocent girl
Always being noticeably polite
I made a promise to your mum
On that very first night
On the phone telling your brother
She was ok, she won’t be back late
That I’ll be bringing her home
You will be doing alright
Many months later
We were to be
Buzzing like a fly
flying around like a bee
Spending hours on end
Underneath the great church tree
Playing our game
Without any shame
Saying my name
Getting lost in the sky
Being more lost
Within each others eyes
How you would look at me
This is how It shall always be.