We prepare a photo shoot by the bay.
The red and white scarf resting on your head,
Conceals the one heart that has been misled.
You rest against that tree and look my way.
I wander around in those light brown eyes,
I dance through the wind of your pretty hair
And feel how your soft skin is just as fair.
But then I witness a trait so unwise.
You don't know you are truly beautiful,
And I don't think I will ever tell you
Because you wouldn't think it to be true,
Just silly words trying to be thoughtful.
When you read this, for I know that you will,
Know that I speak with passion and goodwill.