Water Me Daily
by @manuel78 on Manuel
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- story below based off lyrics using Ai
- Water me daily - lyrics by me plus lyric generator
Intro:
staring out my window
looking at the beauty that’s on the front lawn
it’s a gorgeous flower, oh my—she’s lovely
wonder if she smells as sweet as she looks today
[Verse 1
i just want to hold her, give a few kisses
maybe a little grab and a lil smack
girl, you’re looking good today, you know that—it’s true
even though you say i lie
i’ll hold the mirror to your face and remind you
[Bridge 1
look at this beauty queen looking so sweet
smelling like roses—this is what i see
i see a beautiful soul and a pretty body
but when you unite the three—it’s amazing
oh yeah, she’s awesome—maybe a little pushy
but we won’t hold it against her
[Chorus
come on and sit by me, let’s drive each other crazy
i’ll cook for you—but i’m feeling lazy
maybe i’m joking, maybe i’m lyin’
i’d cook for you, but i need supplies and a proper kitchen
[Verse 2
if you just smile at me, i will give you riches
i don’t require anything—your beauty’s all i need
just a few kisses and a great big smile
remind yourself—you’re beautiful, say it out loud
[Bridge
now repeat after me: god damn, i’m gorgeous
now give yourself a great big hug and wait for me
i’m coming to remind you—give you hugs and kisses
so you don’t forget a word
[Final Chorus
remind yourself daily, “i’m an awesome person”
and i smell so lovely—one pretty flower
standing so strong and tall, still growing stronger
so water me daily, smother me with love and kisses
[Outro
shine your light on me
watch me as i grow so tall
looking down at me
i’m so proud of you being yourself today
even when you’re crazy—girl, i’m crazy about you
- The Gorgeous Flower on the Front Lawn
The morning sun had a specific, honeyed quality as it fell across the front lawn, and Leo had a specific ritual for appreciating it. He’d sit in his worn armchair by the bay window, a mug of coffee warming his hands, and watch. It wasn't the dew on the grass or the old oak tree he was looking at. It was the woman kneeling in the dirt, her hands buried in a flowerbed, a floppy sunhat failing to contain the wild curls that escaped it. Mara.
Staring out my window, looking at the beauty that’s on the front lawn. The thought was simple and literal, and it filled him with a quiet, steady awe every single time. It’s a gorgeous flower, oh my—she’s lovely. She was transplanting lavender, her movements focused and gentle. Wonder if she smells as sweet as she looks today. He knew she did. Like earth, and soap, and the faint, clean scent of her sweat. Like home.
He pushed the window open, the spring air rushing in. "Hey, gorgeous!" he called out.
She sat back on her heels, squinting up at him, a smudge of soil on her cheek. "You're blinded by the sun," she called back, but she was smiling.
I just want to hold her, give a few kisses, he thought, the desire a warm, uncomplicated pull. Maybe a little grab and a lil smack. The "smack" was a playful pat, an affectionate punctuation mark to his admiration. He leaned on the windowsill. "Girl, you’re looking good today, you know that—it’s true."
She rolled her eyes, a gesture so familiar it was its own kind of endearment. "You have to say that. You're legally obligated."
Even though you say I lie, I’ll hold the mirror to your face and remind you. He wasn't talking about glass and silver. He was talking about his gaze, his words, his presence. He was the mirror that would always reflect back the truth she sometimes forgot. "I'm not lying!" he protested, grinning. "I'm just reporting the objective facts from my observation post!"
She shook her head, but her smile widened as she turned back to her plants. He watched her, this complex ecosystem of a person. Look at this beauty queen looking so sweet, smelling like roses—this is what I see. He saw the physical beauty, sure—the curve of her neck as she bent forward, the strength in her sun-browned forearms. But he saw so much more. I see a beautiful soul and a pretty body. He saw the kindness that made her rescue spiders from the bathtub, the fierce loyalty that defended her friends, the silly, quirky mind that could compose haikus about their grumpy cat.
But when you unite the three—it’s amazing. The sum was so much greater than the parts. The whole woman was a miracle of everyday existence. Oh yeah, she’s awesome—maybe a little pushy. He thought of her relentlessly reorganizing his chaotic bookshelves by colour, her passionate, ten-minute lectures on the proper way to load a dishwasher. But we won’t hold it against her. He wouldn't have her any other way.
He finally pulled himself from the window and wandered outside, barefoot on the cool grass. He stood behind her, looking down at the crown of her sunhat. "You gonna be out here all morning?" he asked.
She tilted her head back to look at him upside down. "Maybe. Why? You have a pressing agenda?"
He reached down, took her hands—dirt and all—and pulled her to her feet. Come on and sit by me, let’s drive each other crazy, he thought, the best kind of crazy. The kind that was inside jokes and comfortable silence and bickering over crossword clues.
"I was thinking," he said, leading her to the porch swing. "I could make us lunch."
She raised an eyebrow, knowing him too well. I’ll cook for you—but I’m feeling lazy. The internal admission was honest.
"Maybe I’m joking, maybe I’m lyin’," he sang softly, tweaking the old melody. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak and also vaguely intimidated by the chicken in the fridge."
She laughed, the sound like the breeze chimes hanging from the eaves. I’d cook for you, but I need supplies and a proper kitchen. He nudged her shoulder with his. "How about I provide the excellent company and moral support, and we order that Thai food you like?"
She settled into the swing beside him, their shoulders touching. This was the real richness. If you just smile at me, I will give you riches. He had no jewels, no fortunes. What he had to give was his unwavering attention, his delight in her. I don’t require anything—your beauty’s all I need. And her beauty wasn't just the visual; it was her existence. Just a few kisses and a great big smile. That was the transaction. That was everything.
He looked at her, at the simple, profound peace on her face as she looked out over their little domain. "You know what you should do?" he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"What now?" she asked, playing along.
Remind yourself—you’re beautiful, say it out loud. He wanted to hear her say it. He needed her to know it in her bones, the way he knew it.
She shook her head, a blush creeping up her neck. "Leo, come on."
He persisted, his tone gentle but insistent. Now repeat after me: god damn, I’m gorgeous.
She groaned, hiding her face in his shoulder. "I'm not saying that."
He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. Now give yourself a great big hug and wait for me. He squeezed her. "Consider that the hug. From me. Because I'm telling you."
He kissed the top of her sunhat. I’m coming to remind you—give you hugs and kisses, so you don’t forget a word. He’d spend a lifetime reminding her, in a thousand small ways. A kiss on the cheek while she washed dishes. A hug from behind as she studied a recipe. A whispered "you're amazing" for no reason at all.
The afternoon waned, the Thai food containers empty on the porch table. The light was long and golden. He felt a swell of emotion, powerful and clear. It was a chorus in his heart, meant for her.
He took her hand, his voice soft but full of conviction. "Remind yourself daily, ‘I’m an awesome person.’" He paused, letting the words hang. "And I smell so lovely—one pretty flower." He brought her soil-smudged hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "Standing so strong and tall, still growing stronger." She had survived storms he knew nothing about, and she had blossomed here, in their little patch of earth. "So water me daily, smother me with love and kisses." It was a plea and a promise. Love me. Let me love you. Let this be how we grow.
The sun dipped below the roofline, painting the sky in pastels. They sat in the comfortable quiet, the swing creaking gently. The grand feeling settled into a deep, warm glow.
Shine your light on me. He thought it, looking at her profile against the twilight. Her very presence was illumination.
Watch me as I grow so tall.With her, he was becoming a better man—more patient, more present, more alive.
Looking down at me.He never felt looked down upon by her. He felt seen. Truly, completely seen.
I’m so proud of you being yourself today. It was his greatest pride. Her unapologetic, messy, glorious self.
Even when you’re crazy—girl, I’m crazy about you.Her crazy was his favourite song. And he would never, ever stop listening.