That’s How I Feel About You Baby

Bacon and eggs sizzling in the early morning stillness, sunshine through a dusty window pane,
A lighthouse in the darkness of my fear and desperation, a lily in the sweetened springtime rain,
Sunrise hugs and kisses on the lava-crusted cliffsides, the comfort in the cloth upon my brow,
Hope for going on when life has broken dreams and promises, faithful, like the sun and moon somehow;
That’s how I feel about you Baby, and all I want to do is love you, no matter how;
Fluffy, warm towels in a basket from the dryer, coffee in the kitchen in the dawn,
Ice cream for refreshment on a sultry summer evening, the model from which miracles are drawn,
The fire in my heart that gives me strength to fight for justice, the wind that lifts me up and sings my song,
The earth that brings me shelter, life, and rainbows to remember, the water flowing evermore along,
That’s how I feel about you Baby, and all I want to do is love you, my whole life long;
Camping on a native reservation in South Dakota, rafting down white water with gritted teeth,
Skinny-dipping in a pond outside of Sheldon, while skipping school, climbing waterfalls from underneath,
Fishing in the moonlight on a lake in Minnesota, hiking through the forest and the trees,
Swimming in the glowing purple caves of north Kauai, paddling with the soaring ocean breeze,
That’s how I feel about you Baby, and all I want to do is love you, can’t you see,
That’s how I feel about you Baby, and all I want to do is love you, can’t you see?