Reminiscing on the little things I'd pick up in my travels
Little things to put a smile on your face
Memories, that put tears on mine
Such as bringing you wildflowers
Trying to keep them fresh in a soaked bandana
Water I certainly could of used on a 90 degree day
A way to say thank you and that you're beautiful too
I'll never claim to be perfect
Just know, that I'd never stop fighting for you
But I miss picking up pebbles on my hikes
Scouring for the perfect one, each time
Carrying them for miles in my pockets
All the way back to you
As a way for me to say I love you too
Maybe, I'll keep picking up pebbles
And one day, carry them all the way back to you