This must be the feeling my father Felt the first time when he saw my mother. The ocean as music, the sand as their floor, Follow my footsteps and we'll stay the course. I wonder what his first words for her were, "Hey there, hi, why do you look so tired? Probably cause you've been running through my mind" She could've walked off but she laughed and she smiled. Kiss me, hold me, Show me that I'm not as worthless as I think Myself to be. Please stay, please stay, My father taught me how to love I know what he taught was enough. Is this the way that my father kissed her? The sky burning out sunk in sheets together. His lips nervously trembling towards her cheek, Her eyelids half closed, her nerves begging for peace. I want to feel the rush he felt when he was on His knee, ring in sight, the rough stillness of time. Her breath desynchronized as she waters her eyes, How did he know she'd look beautiful in white? Kiss me, hold me, Show me that Life is worth Everything I'm dying for. Please stay, please stay, Till death do us part You'll be my last breath My parting thought. I must be feeling what my father feels When he looks at my mother, love's ideal. I never thought I'd have a love like this, I'm glad it's you I get to share my life with.