Sitting under the sky tonight,
Taking lessons from the man on the moon,
Our lures dangle as we're ready to cast,
Our lines fly as the moon glints against the ripples,
I gaze at you just as our bobbers make miniature waves,
Your eyes blend with the darkness of the night,
They shine as your smile reaches your eyes,
With my hand in yours,
My pole shoots forward,
Laughter erupts from behind lips so sweet,
Just as I make my mad dash for the handle,
As I'm reeling in my catch,
I'm reminded of what your breath feels like on my neck,
And what my heart feels like when I give it to you.