Walking, talking and sleeping Unmindful life's evening arrives A blow or two strike For you to realise The real meaning of life You wish you could relive life Reverse drive time doesn't provide Departure time arrives Aboard unknown destination flight You fly away
You are flowers pressed between the pages of my poetry books. You are the pink and purple watercolors in the sky as the sun settles on the horizon. You look like the outside of an airplane window on my adventures.
I know what you sound like:
You are the bees hum around the hydrangeas. You are the playlist that is mixed with our favorite songs. You are the mumbled, "I'm almost ready!" from the bathroom while you're brushing your teeth when we are already 10 minutes late.
I know what you feel like:
You are dances in the warm summer rain, while we get soaked to our bones. You are the blanket my grandmother crocheted that keeps me warm. You are the fingers that run through my hair on late night drives.
I know what you smell like:
You are the sweet aroma of summer picnics in the woods. You are sunny drives with the dog's face flapping outside of the window. You are coconut oil that has permanently stained my skin. You are the "Hypnotic Poison" perfume by Dior on our wedding day.
I know what you taste like:
You are the honey strands that flow from her mind and get caught under my tongue. You taste like lavender ice cream, oversized chairs and long conversations. You are an omelette with all of the extras so I have enough energy to fight my demons for the day. You taste like home made chili on a winter day that was made to keep me warm.
I am familiar with you, Love. I have seen you before in my wildest dreams, but I was not ready for the weight of it all. Not quite yet. Give me time to show myself that I am deserving of you.
Please, Love. Take my heart, cover it in bubble wrap and place it in a time capsule. I promise to only open it when you know I'm ready.