And she didn't have to say it
Because I already knew
The way her lip had quivered
And her eyes had turned sky blue.
She said she could read people
And she didn't need their palm
So I asked her of my storm
And she told me it was calm.
She didn't know behind my eyes
She only knew my face,
She thought she knew the thunderstorms
But she hadn't seen a trace.
So I told her all my meadows
Were filled with green and gold
The flowers matched her eyes and hair
And her dainty hand I hold.
-a.b
