The Promise of Love

Will you wait for me where I leave you? I asked and he said with a smile I will because he cared. Just watching his blue enchanting eyes smile that happy smile and as we kissed, his lips so sweet pressed against mine but as I left I ran, running to no end, to the impossible circles that surrounded me. If I leave you where you are, will you wait for me? If I leave you where you are will you be faithful to me, keeping those luring eyes to mine, as if in a single moment is ours and nothing else matters. As I run I wonder, will you keep me safe, will you be safe, there where I left you as the sun touches the earth near the hilly fields by the lake. In the spot where we lied on the green, green grass. pretty soon I will find myself running back to you, I thought in the haste of the moment I deny everything but I love which is true as I saw you sitting there waiting, smiling that happy smile, looking at me with those wonderful eyes. You were right where I left you, waiting for me. in the moment I found my perfection, in the moment I found you, as I ran back into your arms. 'never let go' I said tears, running down my face. 'I will never let go.' he you said 'I will hold you tight, I will never let go I will make you all right. From now until the end of time, I give you my heart, I love you my sweet heart.' ' I love you to.' I said as we laid there where I had left you and will never leave you again.

Cherry Blossoms

Ever since yesterday down in the park whenever I think of him all I can see are cherry blossoms. So strange right? It's not just that though, as well as the cherry blossoms I get a warm, fussy feeling almost like a cocoon; our own little world. Peaceful and almost like a dream but it's so much more than that. Nothing else seems to matter apart from that, apart from him. Thinking about it now I'm certain that I saw it when I was laying with him in a muddy park, underneath the trees, gazing into his oh so brown eyes. It was the perfect day then, despite the fact that before I actually thought that it'll be my last and that I just wanted to cherish every single second of it (as per usual , me wanting to cherish  every second of it, every passing hour, every passing heartbeat. I wanted to cherish it all). That was before that day in the park. Nothing seems to matter is the only thing that keeps on going round and round my mind. Could this all be a really really great dream? I don't know. I'm contemplating whether or not to tell him all this, my vision of what I saw but I don't know. I suppose for now I'll keep it close to my heart until he's ready.

In the end of it all, thinking about it now, I look out into the clear distance and realise as I will keep him close to my heart I will keep this close to my heart to, the dream of dreams, the vision of visions. My dream. In the almost seeming forever I have this, I have a dream.