I used to think I knew what love was,

and then a boy with honey brown eyes, and no tattoos walked into my life,

Halfway across the world he stay,

6,966 miles away,

 

When I awake from my dreams he has already spent his day,

running with sand sliding into his boots,

and a pack resting on his muscular back,

creating dark stains upon his cotton grey shirt,

 

When he finally closes his eyes for the night I am receiving an education,

calculating how many seconds till he comes back home instead of the answer to a calculus equation,

I am riding around in old pickup trucks,

and he is helping wounded men, 

 

I used to think I knew what love was,

until instead of  bright green eyes I got honey brown,

instead of freckled skin I got acne scarred beauty,

soft hands, no, his are rough with labor,

 

Forever I dreamt of someone else,

but he crawled his way into my heart,

I still don't have the answers I was looking for,

But I couldn't have asked for anymore,

 

6,966 miles away,

across the globe he stay,

for now at least I must sleep,

for this love of ours makes me weak.