HEADLIGHTS

© RYAN GUILEY 

She was just 16, it was all clear,

Where I ask her out without fear,

Talking on the phone all night,

I remembered, it was just right.

 

Riding and coming to her avenue,

Knowing she was the one, whose true,

 The flower dresses that she wore,

As I stepped into her front door.

 

Finding my love in an instant,

Knowing it was her and all meant,

Bringing flowers and a teddy bear,

And that’s where, I could only stare.

 

At her perfect eyes, where I found,

The one who makes my heart pound,

The stylish of her hair was perfect,

Writing letters, as there was no text.

 

Being so young, holding her hand,

 On the beach, laying in the sand,

As, I didn’t want the night to end,

As her headlights flashed, leaving the bend.

 

Driving away, she would do it three times,

Today, we are still in our prime,

It is real, as she guided me through,

As I always had a clue and always knew.

 

That I would be by her side,

That she was all my pride,

I knew it, it all made sense,

Never got into a fight to build a fence.