To watch the cars go by and let the sun dry her hair
 I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was
 But I just stared

 I sat behind the wheel and watched the raindrops
 As they gathered on the windshield
 And raced down into the humming motor
 And she folded up her fears like paper airplanes
 And lost them in the trees

 And I know I don't deserve this
 The capacity to feel
 To laugh and cry and to praise
 For that I live and breathe and wake each day
 Is nothing less than your grace
 In awkward and glorious movement