To You
No You
or maybe I have the wrong person
I’m trying to talk to my future husband
the one who’s last
name I’ll carry
And whose children I’ll bare
Whose promise will mean everything
With no one I’ll share
That sacred day when we both say I do.
... but still I’m not sure if it’s you
The man who’ll come home from work dog tired but still have
enough energy to play I spy
to check over
homework and kiss all ails away the man I’ll admire and love always
I’ve seen glimpses of that man in you but I’ve seen that man
in him too
I think, no I know I need to keep looking
Until this tentative glance turns into a full blown vision
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