for a day, could we close the blinds
and lie in bed? Tell stories of ships
and waves, and giant squids
under the covers, giggling,
tickling, and let sunlight turn to moonlight
once again.

Throw responsibility out the window
even though that we shouldn't
because love has overflowed
and destroyed reason
and we focus on instinct
instead.

I want you to take my hand
and force me to my feet,
we start to dance, slowly,
then closer, a bit faster,
until we forget there is music playing
but we keep going
because our bodies move so well as one.

To take away all your stresses,
your anger and your pain,
if only for a day,
would be a blessing to me...
someday I hope
to be the woman you and I
both wish I could be.

The potential is there
just need some time to grow,
but a part of me is afraid
that when the time to sprout
will be too late
and time has turned into a game
of cruel fate.

Will we wake tomorrow knowing today
we were still in love?
Or will there be a sense of doubt,
because we let opportunity slip on by,
like humans do, instead of seizing the chance,
we let other things triumph romance?

Is everything I give going to be enough?
Or is the end still yet to come?
Lets lie in bed
and pretend
that the world only exists
between you and me
and the wind, blowing the canvas
of our ship to a place of adventure and love.