A Love Poem

From the moment I saw you it was decided
we swore we'd never be apart
see how far we've come, you've gone
I wish I could be back at the start

I think what I want to say is thank you
A thank-you letter, yes, from me to you
A letter scared of being read
From the heart and to the mouth,
Tonight it speaks true

I would give a thousand yesterdays
for a thousand more tomorrows together
We'd meet in the park, blinks after daybreak
Being close is worth enduring the weather,

Be on the train, lose myself in your eyes,
lose my taste in your lips,
mind flickers to your thighs- shit, central line,
dozens of eyes, paying us mind
but coy little smile, she doesn't care,

She doesn't care, no she doesn't care,
they gaze as we embrace, but she doesn't care,
because I am hers and she is mine,
nothing can tear us apart, neither space nor time,

Can keep me from her, her smile, her curves,
her lips, and her eyes, how they sparkle inside,
mischief and excitement in her eyes,
and the same look in mine.

As time went by, and commitment made me scared,
and ganja made me weird, and certain truths were bared,
such as fear of responsibility of my actions
should I get drunk and something happen
But nothing will happen cuz you're the girl with the
twinkling eyes, the mischievous smile, sharp wit and some guile,
the sweetest misanthrope you'd think to meet, oh so sweet,

the innocence that comes with not knowing she's pretty,
she's more beautiful then the others, I've forgotten them already

I never felt a day go by in which I would
give up holding your hand, exchanging a glance,
holding you close, I get into stance,
and walk close againnst you, no other way would do,
as kissing your neck and tugging your hair just
comes natural too.

And now you're with him, this story you know,
I miss how it felt, to know you're with me
and when I see you I want to hold you,
close enough for you to hear my heartbeat
and when I hold you I want to caress you
close enough to hear your whispers and moans,

but in honesty, to have a thousand tomorrows
of holding your hand, knowing you're mine,
what could be more sublime, than spending
one thousand days, not nine hundred and ninety nine,
Days in the sun, or days filled with rain?
The skies do not matter, happiness is the aim.

From the moment I saw you it was decided,
we swore upon a star we'd never be apart,
I still want to say thank you for everything,
but I wish I could show you my thanks,
and be back at the start.