I love to listen to your simple words.
Serene. Beautiful. Stressful. Heavenly
Oh how I like to watch the hummingbirds
Fluttering over as you run to me.

But I can’t help but think.. Why aren’t you mine?
Of course your eyes, the colour of seaweed
You can hold me up, your touch is benign,
Don’t care for cash, your love is all I need

Still you rush forward, without any fear.
That’s just what I love about you, my dear.