When I tell you
Before I tell you I love you
I want our hands to be wrinkled and thin
Your grandmother's ring on my grandmother finger
Rocking along in our chairs
like the rolling waves of our tumultuous youth
Before I tell you I love you
I want our daughter to have your eyes, my nose
Bundle her up, three jackets safe
before we let her play in the snow
Before I tell you I love you
I want it to rain on our wedding day
and we'll laugh and we'll shiver
and dance anyway
And when I tell you I love you
It will feel like our first kiss
in the back of your mom's car
our minds open like scrapbooks
waiting to be written in
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Posted Feb 12, 2021, 6:11 AM UTC · edited
This was a very warm poem to read for the weather. It felt really sweet and dreamy with a mixture of both reminiscence for the past and anticipation for the future of the relationship. I also enjoyed the repetition that you kept with every stanza that built up towards the ending with the title of the poem. Well done! I would love to see more of your writing (: