I can see my life with you
the way we bicker
twenty years from now
you scrunch your nose
eventually the argument subsides
and you pull me into your chest, brush the hair out of my face
and tell me you love me
the same way you tell me now
as if this way of loving someone
is so profound
new to you
the look of shock
admiration
devours your eyes  
each time the words
come out of your mouth