One day, I will write down all the words you ever said to me
and make a poem, the type of poem that causes saints and kings
to look down from heaven and wish they were here to witness
the kind of love we had- one day.
You'll read what I have to say and you will bite back your tongue.
You had no idea how hard I worked to win your heart. You won.
(and how often the glint in your eyes seemed gold
and how close we were, and how far.) One day,
when we're both old, you'll remember the spring in my step
because you were watching me and I knew.
One day, the whole world will know.
One day, you will too.
One day, when the skies have closed and opened
and God has decreed something different
then the words will flow from my pen
and I will see you again.