Blueprint

When I sit here and think about how to express
What I see in that girl with the pretty sun dress,
I constantly trip over the right words to use
Any and all could be easily confused.

It’s her beautiful shades of dreaded blonde hair
With the infusion of beads, such a colorful stare.
Those gorgeous eyes which will quite always show,
Reveal what she’s thinking and which direction to go.

I can’t put my finger on it, just so indiscrete
Maybe it’s her ability to stand on her own two feet.
There’s nobody force-feeding her a specific way to live,
Her stances are strong, and she’s quick to forgive

The honest free spirit that she has inside
Comes out in her art, though the art itself hides
There is never a moment that passes in vain
Every look, every smile—a link on the chain.

Whenever the vibe is circling around,
Sometimes the silence is better than sound.
Or maybe the music is much more sincere
The sounds of joy she puts in my ears.

She is different than any I have met before,
The center of interest on a grand-mastery tour.
She says she’s crazy but she has a good time.
The times spent already have been more than a dime

There’s really no telling where a person will end up
What they will do, or how full is their cup
The world throws us curve balls, and then vision’s transposed
I see a garden of daisies, among a single rose.

My own destination is still in the shade
But I like where it’s headed, I can’t be afraid.
And the longer I have this girl on my mind,
I can trust in the blueprint that God has designed.

This ship has been sailing all over the sea
In search of some land that is good for me.
The past is a reminder that time doesn’t stop.
So how do you know when to let the anchor drop?

I know it may not be a two way road,
Sometimes I feel it, but it’s hard to decode
However or whatever the situation may be
She just needs to know how she is seen by me.