There will be days When the sun smells like melted chocolate And my eyelashes can laugh with blinks of innocence At the speckled enamor of your white belly. There will be nights When a fresh sigh can feel like the cool kiss Of a white bedsheet in the summer. There will be dreams Of fumbling foals frolicking in the meadows of anticipation for the future. There will be moments Where I can cry tears of joy for the love that you gave me And forget that I had to lose anything in return.