11/24/2013
someone asked me
if I've ever been
in love
immediately,
I thought of you
I know that sounds
weird,
being since we
haven't even truly
met
maybe I'm not
in love with you
yet,
but I am
in love with the
idea of being
in love with you
I'm in love
with the idea
of every day
waking up next
to your smiling face
or maybe I'm
in love with
the idea of
kissing your nose,
or holing your
hand,
or making you smile,
every day,
for the rest of days
maybe I'm just
in love with
the idea of
calling you mine,
and saying your
name,
and leaving you
notes around the house
maybe I'm just
in love with
the idea of
tracing my fingers
down your spine,
and calling you
darling,
or dear,
or love,
or baby
maybe I'm just
in love with
the idea of
my fingers tangled
in your hair,
or my legs
intertwined with yours,
or my lips upon
your cheek
maybe I'm
in love with
the idea of
hearing you say
my name,
and feeling your
hand resting on
my shoulder,
and listening
to you talk,
for hours on end,
about yourself,
or your life,
or your dreams,
or your family,
anything,
as long as I
get to hear
your voice
maybe I'm
in love with
the idea of
going to sleep
in your arms,
and holding you
when you're sad,
and wiping your
tears away when
you cry
maybe I'm
in love with
the idea of
hearing you laugh,
or even hearing
your footsteps
down the hall
maybe I'm not
in love with you,
but I am
in love with *the
idea* of being
in love with you
© 2013 Scarlet Van Allen
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
11/24/2013
someone asked me
if I've ever been
in love
immediately,
I thought of you
I know that sounds
weird,
being since we
haven't even truly
met
maybe I'm not
in love with you
yet,
but I am
in love with the
idea of being
in love with you
I'm in love
with the idea
of every day
waking up next
to your smiling face
or maybe I'm
in love with
the idea of
kissing your nose,
or holing your
hand,
or making you smile,
every day,
for the rest of days
maybe I'm just
in love with
the idea of
calling you mine,
and saying your
name,
and leaving you
notes around the house
maybe I'm just
in love with
the idea of
tracing my fingers
down your spine,
and calling you
darling,
or dear,
or love,
or baby
maybe I'm just
in love with
the idea of
my fingers tangled
in your hair,
or my legs
intertwined with yours,
or my lips upon
your cheek
maybe I'm
in love with
the idea of
hearing you say
my name,
and feeling your
hand resting on
my shoulder,
and listening
to you talk,
for hours on end,
about yourself,
or your life,
or your dreams,
or your family,
anything,
as long as I
get to hear
your voice
maybe I'm
in love with
the idea of
going to sleep
in your arms,
and holding you
when you're sad,
and wiping your
tears away when
you cry
maybe I'm
in love with
the idea of
hearing you laugh,
or even hearing
your footsteps
down the hall
maybe I'm not
in love with you,
but I am
in love with *the
idea* of being
in love with you
© 2013 Scarlet Van Allen
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