He's like early mornings
When the sun starts to rise
And there's just enough frost
For the grass to look golden

He's like the late night ocean
On the outside calm
But bursting with life on the inside
And each time you get past a layer
You find more and more
differences from that calm

He's like the best thing that could happen
Especially to me
Who had thought that men were all the same
But when I look in his eyes
I end up finding my home