Dear future husband, I wonder what you look like.
Will you dance with me in our Living Room?
Will you come with me on walks to the park?
Are you well dressed with dark shades of green, blue and grey?
Do you also read books? Do you annotate?
Can I write you sonnets to which you can serenade?
Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?
Have you ever taken my future self on a date?
I don't know what kind of woman she is,
But I hope she likes you, if not already loves.
She has dreams and I have acrophobia.
I hope you write her love letters.
I'm a romantic, and I hope she is too.
Don't get her red roses, she likes white lilies better.
I hope you don't invade her privacy,
I pray that you're a good mood setter.
I'm a little dirty minded, she's still smart I hope.
If even if she isn't cute, I hope you see her for who she is.
I hope her career is good, yours should be great too,
Here's to wishing that both of you make a good couple.
I wonder if you'll stand up to my father,
When he outright disrespects her.
Or will you end up making her feel,
Like patriarchy sucks and male population won't get better?
Whoever the hell you are, I hope you don't hate her.
I wish you'll find our annoying self, endearing,
I expect you to treat her with kindness,
And be a little forgiving.
If she is showing you this poem,
It means she has chosen to give you her heart,
Treat it like it is royalty, and I promise you,
She'll look at you like you hung the stars.
~InsanelyHilarious
- Author: Insanely Hilarious ( Offline)
- Published: December 16th, 2024 11:39
- Category: Love
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Great write
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