Dear Future
Dear future,
I don't know you yet,
Neither have our paths crossed.
Okay, maybe we have maybe we haven't.
But perhaps you ought to know,
This woman,
The one that's eagerly waiting for you,
Is a total control freak
But hey, you'll love it.
On lazy days,
I want to lie in your arms all day,
I want to listen to your heart beat,
To smell the fragrance of your hair.
I want to feel the warmth of your morning breathe against my ear.
Yes, I want to feel butterflies in my stomach,
Like a young sweet sixteen.
I want to feel your palm on my hair as you gently stroke it,
And tickle my ear with strands of hair.
I want to chuckle in your arms,
To be a baby in your arms.
On busy days,
I want us to run into the valleys,
Chasing around for butterflies.
Allow me to be first at times,
To lace up your shoe,
So I can feel the hair on your legs.
And when we lie by the riverside,
I want you to feel wanted.
I'll write you anything ,
And read it out to you in the middle of nowhere.
Yes, I want you to read,
Be a lover of books,
Fall in love with grammar.
Let's play with words.
I want you to laugh at my sarcasm,
Get lost in the super existent world of language.
I want you to read,
Even the salt wrapper.
I want you to look in my eyes,
And feel glad that you married a woman that writes,
Because you'll be a man that reads.
On rainy days,
I want us to run in the rain,
Let it wash away all our illusions and past,
And let it the flowers of our love flourish in it.
I want to feel your wet hair,
Dry it in between my palms,
And to see the look in your face when I do this,
I want you, just you.
And during silent nights,
I want to get lost in your dreams and passions,
To listen to your heart's desires,
To your plans and prospects.
I want to hold you close and tight,
And get lost in our own world,
In the embrace I so long for,
Dear future.
I don't know you yet,
Neither have our paths crossed.
Okay, maybe we have maybe we haven't.
But perhaps you ought to know,
This woman,
The one that's eagerly waiting for you,
Is a total control freak
But hey, you'll love it.
On lazy days,
I want to lie in your arms all day,
I want to listen to your heart beat,
To smell the fragrance of your hair.
I want to feel the warmth of your morning breathe against my ear.
Yes, I want to feel butterflies in my stomach,
Like a young sweet sixteen.
I want to feel your palm on my hair as you gently stroke it,
And tickle my ear with strands of hair.
I want to chuckle in your arms,
To be a baby in your arms.
On busy days,
I want us to run into the valleys,
Chasing around for butterflies.
Allow me to be first at times,
To lace up your shoe,
So I can feel the hair on your legs.
And when we lie by the riverside,
I want you to feel wanted.
I'll write you anything ,
And read it out to you in the middle of nowhere.
Yes, I want you to read,
Be a lover of books,
Fall in love with grammar.
Let's play with words.
I want you to laugh at my sarcasm,
Get lost in the super existent world of language.
I want you to read,
Even the salt wrapper.
I want you to look in my eyes,
And feel glad that you married a woman that writes,
Because you'll be a man that reads.
On rainy days,
I want us to run in the rain,
Let it wash away all our illusions and past,
And let it the flowers of our love flourish in it.
I want to feel your wet hair,
Dry it in between my palms,
And to see the look in your face when I do this,
I want you, just you.
And during silent nights,
I want to get lost in your dreams and passions,
To listen to your heart's desires,
To your plans and prospects.
I want to hold you close and tight,
And get lost in our own world,
In the embrace I so long for,
Dear future.
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