You watched from behind

As I swayed to the music

The first night we met

No network coverage

To cover and color time

The first night we met

No calls to remind

Us that we’re not wild and free

The first night we met

You called me “beauty”

While I saw beauty in you

The first night we met

Nineteen-twenties jazz

Silent phones, no texts, and you

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I sat down to write you a love song

But I couldn't hear the music

Without you near.

I put down the pen,

Looked out the window

At the same sky you see

The same clouds you stopped in the street to watch

As they traveled across the sky.

You took my hand, I lifted my eyes

As the world passed by.

In that moment with

The wandering clouds

You wrote me a love song.

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In his dad's pickup

There to pick you up

You watched from your bedroom window.

He parked right where last year

The maple tree fell during a storm

And Dad called you down.

In a striped blue skirt and a navy sweater

You flew down the stairs

There he was, and together

You climbed into the pickup.

He gave you his hand

You were small, and it was high up.

After the mo...

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