By The Sea

In my paradise I sit and dream along the shore
Sun warmed shoulders feel so good and yet I still want more
The sky must be the perfect blue if it is to please
Filled with bone white gulls and the lazy drone of bees
Cool sea breezes twine themselves around the tall dune grass
And then a star or two appears as delicate as glass
I sit in perfect peace as the sky deepens it's hue
The only thing more sweet than this is when I look at you

If I could describe the true perfection of your eyes
They would make ordinary the bluest of all skies
And though I love the sun I must confess it is the case
I'd take a thousand rainy days to look upon your face
The thing that I am saying in my shy and fumbling way
Is that my only wish is that you'd find a way to stay
So hide the sea, the sun, the stars, and every buzzing bee
Hide them all, my dear, but please don't hide yourself from me