These Little Things

Young Fella

 

(These lines are lovingly and faithfully dedicated to a beloved little Queen)

 

These Little Things

 

In another world, on another another planet, 

In another time, in another life, 

In another space, in another place, 

We accomplished these little things.

 

Accomplished simple things, near,

We kissed without any fear, 

Hugged each other tightly, my dear, 

Shared the same room and bed,

Under the same roof overhead.

 

Traveled far and wide, 

Introduced our loved ones with pride,

Had breakfast at dawn s first light, 

Showered you with gifts, day and night. 

 

Talked endlessly, sweet and low, 

Simply lying down to admire the sky's glow,

Together, side by side, we roamed, 

Making the world feel like home. 

 

Under the rain, held hands like young lovers, 

Watched you making great dinners,

Picked you up outside your door,

For a night of love and so much more.

 

Danced beneath the midnight glow,

Until the stars no longer show,

Listened to Queen and Elvis, 

Their melodies and rhythms.

 

Singers we both admire, 

Set our hearts and bodies on fire, 

Just ignored the clock, 

In our own sweet talk, long walk.

 

Savored the moment, 

Where time seemed to relent,

Behaved like an ordinary pair, 

Shared love carefree, nothing rare.

 

We were extraordinary people, 

And our love was truly celestial.

 

Yet, we did all of this in a dream I had, 

A night where the stars looked so glad. 

 

We'd have done these simple things,   

But reality tangled us in its harsh clings.

 

By Young Fella

  • Author: MRF (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2024 04:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem, "These Little Things," imagines a perfect love in a dream where everything feels effortless and ideal, sharing moments, traveling, and enjoying each other’s company. However, it contrasts this dream with reality, suggesting that such pure and simple love is hard to achieve in real life. The poem also captures the longing for what might have been, blending idealism with a touch of melancholy.
  • Category: Love
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