Funny how love works.
It shows a different side
To everyone.
All we can do is go along for the ride.
I used to walk down these streets...
I recall the chemists, the bars, the chilly breeze.
Then we walked down these streets...
I then recall the florists, the cafes, the bakeries.
We saw the world with the other in mind.
Before you, I must have been blind.
I never noticed the finer things
Like the smell of fresh bread, coffee, or a bird as it sings.
Funny thing, love.
It shows a different side
To everyone.
And I'm thankful I found her, my bride.