When I see this girl.
Specifically her eyes,
I see a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter morning.

I see the little girl in her just wanting to be noticed.
The dimples, deep enough to cause a man to go crazy.
But her smile, so welcoming.
The pacific coast sunsets can’t compete.
You are what I’ve been looking for inside and out and I’m thankful for you.
Although we just met my heart feels like we’ve met before.

I was listening for you below your balcony
and you, shining in the moonlight calling my name.
We’ve finally met again.

We may be states apart but this time I’m not letting you go.
“What must shall be”
and Mary, I believe you were meant for me.