Sitting there drinking cascara lemonade, I looked at you knowing… everything had changed

The look in your eyes and your smile gleaming wide, you told me what I needed to know.

March 27, a beautiful day,
for that was the day we knew we had changed,

All while drinking cascara lemonade

When the rain came and our time was concluding you grabbed my arm and you drove us away.

There in your car as we sang and we spoke,
My heart it was beating… beating out of my throat

The anxiousness grew and quickly it left me when I saw that blue house and wanted a porch swing.

The adventure did not stop there and it has yet to conclude,
we pushed pause for a time to get back to school

Until one painted evening with a mission top secret.
To the field we went, to pick daffodils,
and eventually end up in a really big chair.

But here I am now as it is late in the night, and I let myself wander.
All the way back to that beautiful day…

March 27, with cascara lemonade.