On a beautiful spring day,
The cherry blossoms sway,
I want to fly past them all,
And into your heart I will fall
You like rhyming, rhyming, rhyming,
But where's your sense of timing?
I want to know if we're meant to be,
Or if it's just a fantasy
As I soar through the sky,
I wonder if you'll be my guy,
Will you confess your fears and feelings,
Or will you leave me reeling?
Is it possible for us to be,
In sync and completely free?
To know that no matter where we go,
I'll always make you feel like you're on a high, floating low
Is it all in God's divine plan,
That we met for this type of dance?
It's all about the timing they say,
Timing, timing, timing every day
I'll wait for the moment when you're on your knees,
Not with a ring, but with words to please,
Confessing everything from deep within,
Showing me a side I've never seen.
And as we journey in the same direction,
I'll hold onto that connection,
Knowing that no matter what comes our way,
We'll always find a way to stay.
So let's keep rhyming, rhyming, rhyming,
But this time with perfect timing,
As we float past the cherry blossoms on that spring day,
I'll turn to you and ask, "Are we meant to stay?"
And when that day finally comes,
I'll know for sure if we're the ones,
Destined to be together forevermore,
Flying past the cherry blossoms, our love to soar
- Author: Santajah Douglass (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 6th, 2024 02:17
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Mason Vollman
Comments1
Lucky man.
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