Wouldn't it be great to share a hot cocoa in a cold winter morning with you?
Our cups both shaded with a touch of pink and blue
You'd add more sugar in it just like I want it to
Toasting to the fresh new start of a day that I have with you
Wouldn't it be nice to cuddle in the evening underneath a flannel blanket?
We would talk for hours, can't even hear the sound of a cricket
Soft forehead kisses in between would be alright, too
I guess I just couldn't get enough of you
Wouldn't it be liberating to walk our way to a home we call our own?
We could stop by at a park to see people who roam
I could consider myself being a passenger if you're riding your bike, too
For as long as you're taking me to the same path as you
Wouldn't it be lovely to caress your hand in my growing belly?
While making me the most delectable garlic alfredo tortellini?
I wouldn't mind it being awfully smelly
As this will all dissipate in the coming of our baby
Would it be alright if I desire this, too?
To have me spend my whole life with you?
To have and to hold, for better or for worse
To love and to cherish until death do us part
I do
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Midnight Phantasm
Short StoryA collection of short stories and poems inspired by true events and fantasies created in the mind of a hopeful romantic.
