I look at you and wonder
how much you cost,
what prices you have paid in life,
how much you have lost.
I look at you and wonder
what I have to give
to walk hand in hand with you;
the honor to watch you live.
I look at you and wonder
what makes your skies turn grey?
What puts frown lines on your face
and how to make it go away?
I look at you and wonder
what kind of magic is in your laugh,
if you have heaven in your eyes,
and could it be held in a photograph?
I look at you and wonder
what makes your body electric?
What things cause it to spark and shiver
making it alive and hectic?
I look at you and wonder
where your timeline ends.
What do we end up as?
Lovers or simply just friends?
But, most of all,
beneath the shade of these branches
on a breezy summer’s day,
I look at you and wonder if
you’re looking at me the same way.
