Last night I told you that
maybe someday I'd like to
marry you if that was
ok with you
and then I said sorry
you told me not to apologize,
that the feeling was mutual
Since that moment my feet
have been at least an inch
off the ground,
maybe a foot
You described yourself as
Beaming
I could imagine light shining
from you, gleaming
glowing like through
the ceiling of a
greenhouse
Maybe one full of ferns
and black eyed susan's
for the colors
In your eyes
I think
Maybe
If it's ok with you
we could get married there
We could stand between the
rows of flowers and ferns
and the he light would
fall over us like a blanket
and everything would
smell fresh,
and new
and you would be
beaming
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Last night I told you that
maybe someday I'd like to
marry you if that was
ok with you
and then I said sorry
you told me not to apologize,
that the feeling was mutual
Since that moment my feet
have been at least an inch
off the ground,
maybe a foot
You described yourself as
Beaming
I could imagine light shining
from you, gleaming
glowing like through
the ceiling of a
greenhouse
Maybe one full of ferns
and black eyed susan's
for the colors
In your eyes
I think
Maybe
If it's ok with you
we could get married there
We could stand between the
rows of flowers and ferns
and the he light would
fall over us like a blanket
and everything would
smell fresh,
and new
and you would be
beaming
