wHen wE’vE gROwn oLd
When we’ve grown old I want to read to you, Stories that make you feel like a little girl. I want to buy you flowers and kiss your forehead when you sleep. I want to dream about you even when I am awake. I want to be the shoulder that gathers your tears. I can picture it in my mind . . . In my heart every kiss still feels like the first kiss. I am still crazy in love with you. I love to wash your hair and paint your toe nails. I like to watch you laugh as I tickle your feet. I love to sit by the window and hold you while we listen to the rain. I’ll still carry you to bed when you feel tired. I still long to run my fingers through your hair and kiss you good night. When I am close to you, I will never feel old.
by:madheLski
