Love notes? I’ll call it a passion
For a man that is just so dashing
That he makes my heart sing lullabies
And from a thought, heavy sighs
That linger in the air and follow me
Home until I’m with you and I can see
The way your eyes reflect my thoughts
And deepest memories hidden in a box
That you drag out so we can play
With memories of the days that we would say
“Forever yours I’ll be, my dear.
And wherever you go, I promise to be there
For you. I know that alone you are strong,
But with two of us, you can’t go wrong.
I love you in the best of ways
And I’ll love you ’til the last of my days.”
We’ll cover the box and put it back in it’s place
And jump back on our feet to brace
Ourselves for the new memories we will create.
You can call it love at first sight, but I’ll call it fate.