when i was young,
love wore green eyes and a crooked smile,
but it faded,
before i could even convince myself it was there.

now i hold love in my arms,
while it's sandy blonde hair falls into my eyes,
staring,
wondering...
on nights like this i can't help but wonder...

am i enough?
will i ever be enough?


or when i'm old, will i look back and say
"when i was young, love's sandy blonde hair
kept falling into my eyes.
and to this day,
i still can't see beyond it."