changing forever in love

My girl changes with the incoming season,

Perfume coming in on the morning wind.

My girl shifts under sunlight,

Like a color shifting cup I loved as a kid,

But this is to reveal how stunning she is every day.

I like to think that her lips change taste,

Just about every day, but I may never know if thats true.

For I dream up these small things,

Each and every day as the sun comes up.

I dream up these changes as if I don’t pay attention to the color of her socks each day.

As if Im not collecting a catalog of every shoe worn,

As if I don’t every detail never said.

My girl, she changes every little day.

It’s all bit by bit, gradual shifts like the changing of seasons.

Like how the weather will go from a cold wind,

To a couple months later a warm 102,

But throughout all the seasons Im sitting with you.

Through all the small shifts,

Through the inevitable darkness and light.

Even when I wake up one morning,

Realising this isn’t the girl I fell for years ago,

But that I’d be a fool to not fall again today.

For my girl she changes with the day.

It’s all small things, its nail polish paint

And seeing her with and without glasses with the tape.

It’s the colour of her sweater, or how her palms sweat.

Theres something beautiful in it you see,

Looking at one and knowing where you want to be.

Especially if it meant seeing every change,

For the rest of my life, in every possible light.

If I was able to give every day a new mystery to find.

Like if each sock colour and new smell meant something,

Or if she too paid attention to every little thing.

But I change less than she, as consistent as the colour you see in the sky.

Waking up every knowing its about to be blue.

Whereas she blows in like the clouds in the sky,

Shifting the curve of her lips with each rainfall.

My girl changes with the seasons, with the light of days

Well its a good thing I never picked a favourite one,

Cause even now I could never choose…