You never asked me to write anything
to explain the way I feel about you.
But as I sit here pen dangling from my mouth,
Thinking of snow-capped mountains -
sunrise reflecting off the summits,
Picturing endless fields of wild flowers-
that stretch to the horizon.
I imagine the two of us dancing
barefoot on hardwood floor-
me in jeans and unbuttoned oxford
and you in a blue dress with white floral print.
I lean in to whisper,
"I love you."
2 comments:
I really like this. You're pretty good, sir.
:)
Thank you very much. I am glad you enjoyed reading.
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