I want to feel, I want to know.

I want to love, I want to grow.

I want to feel your lips while we hold hands,

In the season’s first fall of snow.

I want to know how to keep this bright,

Unfading, always shiny and new—

But right now, my desire

Is myself next to you,

With a glass of Merlot.

I want our love to grow,

I’m sorry for what I didn’t know—

We should have started this long ago.

Yet if there’s one truth I hold dear,

It’s how I love to watch the sky glitter and glow.

To feel the wanderlust rise and overflow.

I thought you should know,

I dream of creating, like Plath, Poe, or Van Gogh.

And for now I must go.

Understand please,

There’s far too much unexplored land.

But know that I love you,

And I’ll sew my heart on your sleeve,

A part of me, yours to borrow,

The most intimate gift I can bestow.

This is proof, of my vow,

I’ll be back before you know—

One beautiful tomorrow.

One day,

This I’ll promise to keep:

To love you forever,

My soulmate,

My beau.