Whenever we part
Search back over your shoulder
My gaze upon you
Whenever we part
Search back over your shoulder
My gaze upon you
You’ll take away my grey hair, you will. Magically. Replace each one with the perfect shade of pink champagne. And I’ll be sixty like that. And smiling big from our gentle conversations.
You’ll have my willing green eyes, you will. Automatically. Value simple bike rides without analyzing the weather. And the air in your wings. And so what when the rain pelts your seasoned skin?
You’ll battle my worst tendencies, you will. Tragically. Celebrate the good and bad of them. And together, we’ll love the humble. And Conqueror will be your second middle name.
If given the chance
I’ll simply, truly love you
You, conceived in love

May someone cause you
The calmest touch
May someone draw you
The deeper still
May someone hear you
The never before
It would take ten thousand tyrants, a village of villains and one hell of a heartless hedonist
To tread where you trod
To do what you did
To throw away this
Breath like a stormThis pre-war, post-war frame
Quaint summer garden
Exposed brick and beam
Uneven maple plank throughout
All hard as nails, I promise
Will never cry so hard as I
On this kitchen floor
Early from work