I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained
Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults
If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall
Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart
Where you have offered my faith and my trust
Until all is lost into the beauty of the day.

But there is something in the way you laugh
That makes me feel like a child
Aspects of life they confuse me
You and your thesis amuse me.

After an afternoon with you
And your rich brown eyes
Your lips and your dark hair
Elbows and exposed knees tossing toward the ceiling
After an afternoon.

Face to palm
Tear to tear
Mouth to tongue
Heart to ground
I am in love.

Copyright: Word Collections Publishing
Writer(s): Ariel Quirolo, Jason Thomas Mraz