Surprises and Smiles
He's asking questions to me,
Questions I'm not surprised hearing,
But when I answer them looking into his eyes,
They're surprised to hear the words I'm saying.
So, he goes on,
To know a little more of me,
To hold on a little bit more of me,
So, I go on,
Telling him a little more of me,
For him to stay a little but more for me.
Then, when the waves crash by our feet,
Tickling us with giggles and smiles meek,
I see you standing by my side in peace,
This is how it should be.