Sometimes experience sits on the edge of reality
The moment resonates with unknown frequency
This time i will remember till the end of my days
Both these beautiful eyes focused on me?
How the hell did I get into this?
I don’t believe in luck because luck doesn’t believe in me.
This cant be real, I must be asleep?
That’s it! I worked this out, it must be a dream?
She’s Kind, intelligent, pretty and petit
The girl next door, innocent and sweet
Way too good for the likes of me
A metaphor worthy of her doesn’t exist
I could say she was like a summers day
Both more lovely and more temperate
But The words pale into insignificance
When my eyes look upon her face
A summers day could never compare
Where i’m from, summers still a world away.
This feels like a good dream, to good a dream to be for me
I don’t know what to think, how to act, what to feel
This Californian Girl is tangible, she’s beautiful. She’s real
Her smile warm’s this bitter English winter
Which has raged for all too many years
This ice just melts at the merest thought.
She will be mine.