I’ll be yours

And you’ll be mine 

And we’ll belong to each other

Like a focused lens

Capturing a perfect moment

Our perfect moment

Though they say love fades

They only talk about the passion

But you’re my best friend 

So I don’t think I can see that happening

I picture us staying in on Saturdays

And going for breakfast on Sundays

On Monday we’ll have work but you’ll be my priority

On Tuesday we’ll have tea and read and I’ll look up from my book 

To see you making the same face you’d make when we were kids

On Wednesday I’d tell you how much I love you

And I’d cook you dinner and remind you that I’m not going anywhere 

On Thursday when we’ve finished errands and chores

I’ll hum your favorite songs while you lay on my chest and listen to the vibrations of my voice 

And on Friday I’d do it all again while I carry you through the murky water to make sure you don’t get wet

Like a flower in my pocket I will make sure you have room to grow

Till we’re older and I can’t carry you any more

Till I’ll need thicker glasses to read

Till my hums become softer 

Till it becomes too much to go out on Sundays

Till I only see you in my dreams