i would never forget the times i am begging for you to stay i am grateful for those times you left me waiting; uncertain i know how your heart breaks more than mine but that taught me love’s greatest lesson to look beyond what eyes can see to feel loved beyond hugs and kisses and warm embraces especially at times when you are near me yet a single glimpse is not possible these times when love is love regardless of and no matter what these times when love is love even if it felt like a glassful of water splashed, suspended in the air not knowing when to fall not knowing how to land unbroken unshattered unhurt these times.
’twas a groovy kind of love what you had with your first love i would never forget when you said under the moonlight starry night he declared his love, so raw so pure so true so real what happened after was surreal you were left struggling in the dark unsure of what the future would be what used to be a love so true was broken, was destroyed so easily, so hastily that groovy kind of love turned out to be a modern twist of the classic “Romeo and Juliet” tale.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty -five and you are sixty – nine no longer capable of arguing over petty trivial matter sitting quietly in our garden by the entrance porch your hand wrap around my shoulder as our minds travel back in time when we were young and restless when our love stood by the ground of endless, pointless debates.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine the kind that speaks highly of a love that survived and weathered all sorts of storms for we know love is as delicate as a morning dew and as fragile as a glass frame hanging by the edge of a wall easily broken easily lost, but we muddled through the best we can a photograph that will scream loudly of our love that survived against all odds.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine wearing our beautiful smiles over our charming wrinkled faces a remembrance that once upon a time there was a young beautiful “me” who fell truly madly deeply in love with the dashing gentleman that is you and that without a doubt were meant to be together from the start even when we both doubted and ignored our overwhelming connection to one another.
so baby please hang on there for i so badly want that photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine.