Maybe one day
The kisses will become customary
The gestures of romance will become expected
The late night conversations will become half-hearted
The dates will become obligatory
The feelings will become dry
The connection will become faulty.

But maybe one day
We will fall more in love minute by minute
And I will wake up to your stubble and morning mumblings
And every time we kiss will remind us of the first time
And your romantic gestures will never lose the ability to make my heart stutter
And the late night conversations will not have to end because we’ll talk until the sun embraces the horizon
And the dates will become hunting for a babysitter
And the feelings will flourish
And our connection will remain alive, fueled by the radiance of our Creator