Surprises and Smiles

He's asking questions to me,

Questions I'm not surprised hearing,

But when I answer them looking into his eyes,

They're surprised to hear the words I'm saying.

So, he goes on,

To know a little more of me,

To hold on a little bit more of me,

So, I go on,

Telling him a little more of me,

For him to stay a little but more for me.

Then, when the waves crash by our feet,

Tickling us with giggles and smiles meek,

I see you standing by my side in peace,

This is how it should be.