I woke up to the smell of pancakes
Knowing that this couldn't be any better
Watching you flipping them with great hope
That they wouldn't end up on the floor.
The sun's rays were dancing on your face
Cheekbones sharp but smooth to a smile
Your eyes were filled with the kind of love
That you and I could read fairytales about.
Then you started to set the table for us
Handing me my favourite mug with a frog on it
I had a lump in my throat over having this
Not feeling like I fully deserve you or your love.
You told me about your plans for the day
Including me in it with a lunch date in a go
Never making me think that I'd bore you out
Not letting me run off with spiralling thoughts.
[You are my safe place, my most fun moment, my favourite smile, hands, and voice — you are my home.]
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A/N: Do you remember when I recommended Young Royals to you? Well, this is another poem inspired by its queer love story, so this is your second reminder to go and watch it, hehe.
With love,
M.
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