how wonderful to have found someone kindred
I like to think of you in white, me in a prairie dress, us together eating strawberry pie under a red-hot moon
you'd laugh at me and hold my hand
fall asleep in the grass, content to rot or bloom

careful! if you've got it right it shouldn't be so hard to fit
I couldn't tell if you were lingering on my eyes because I was on yours
but you looked at me while I drifted asleep, and then I knew!