Your hair smells like waterlilies in the Spring

Floating in my room in silence

If I say “I love you” doesn’t mean a thing

Let my hands be our guidance

Your eyes look up in the infinite of space

Trying to grasp a meaning

Your smile rises upon your face

Changing ideas into being

Sometimes love can make you sad

Sometimes Spring is over

Sometimes space is just as mad

As us being lovers.

Your hands are soft as a meadow

Decided as the pouring rain

Warming my heart with a “hello”

Putting us on a lane

Sometimes love can make you eager

Sometimes meadows are fun

Sometimes rain can make us mingle

When the song is done