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By lilla Date: 2007 Feb 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.21.07.41.6081]] |
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Us together. You work upstairs in that same module. Me in another station in another office. Impossible to have lunches together, but dinners would be fine. We can run away on weekends. Id love to bring you up north --- that place where I grew up. Meet up my childhood friends, and discover that other side of me. Up north has beautiful seascape .... where we can just sprawl our naked selves Soak wet in the ocean ... and make love till dawn. We can also try hanging out with your circle, too. My chance of getting to know more about those many hidden facets of you. Anytime, anywhere, just lemme know. It must be wonderful to get a place of our own --- how about that? Paint our room purple. And a pink one for my little girl. May be you can cook pasta for me And teach me in the kitchen some weekends. I see ourselves bringing Sophie to bed early all the time so we can have the rest of the evening under our satin sheets makin love all night. Gee, Id love to have your baby. Our own little Marky. I bet he’s gonna have curly hair and that sweet, shy smile like his dad’s. For sure he will be smart and talented ---- with our genes combined. Without doubt, her Ate is going to go craZy over him . She always dreamt of cuddling her own baby bro in her dainty arms. This time we need a cutie room just across hers --- in powder blue. Meantime that I cant marry you. I promise to nurture you, honey, with my love and faithfulness. And may be then, one perfect day, we can make that vow. Who cares if its not on a Sunday --- Thursdays could be perfect, too. It wouldn’t matter what dress we wear, or the food we serve. I shall walk down that garden the happiest bride ever As our proud angels hand me over to that one radiant groom. And celebrate that day in tears of immense joy. As we count years of happiness, I find you still sexy with those silver gray locks. I know you drool over my long wavy hair --- Ill keep it that way --- dyed :) We can cruise the world together ---- and see sunsets as if it’s the last. Baby, you know Im poor at grieving --- Im making concessions with God now --- not to take you before me ------ and take me first instead. Coz if He does, I shall be absent in your funeral. 'Am sure He wouldnt like that. And so in my grave, please bring happy thoughts of me and you ----- don’t forget the dirt roads we survived, that rainbow we struggled to climb, and that pot of gold that made our hands full. Thus, my epitaph should read --- while the ride was tough----- it was worth it, my baby. I then shall lie, peacefully,with this picture in mind. |