More than any other, I am inspired by geriatric love… years old love… decades old love. I love love that takes time to build. I love love that understands every frown, every smile…that comfortable and comforting love. I love love that admits that there are temptations but none of them worth it. I love love that comes from sleeping next to the same person for so long it becomes second nature. I love love that can’t imagine an alternative. I love love that finds pleasure in cuddling up with hot chocolate on the sofa watching game shows. I love love that finds beauty in a saggy boob and a wobbly knee. I love love that endures. I am so in love with this sort of love that I wrote ‘My Future’ almost three years ago. My then housemate Japanese Kita sent it in without my knowledge… and it got published in my school newspaper.
In your eyes I see my future
One filled with promise, love and laughter
A long road that may be filled with ups and downs, but leading to a beautiful place
One of hearts coming together in affection
proclaiming a brighter tomorrow
A future not guided by the past but learning from and avoiding its mistakes
A blanket that drives away loneliness and heartache, leaving in its wake a lifelong spell of joy
Eyes lit up with inner warmth and souls licked by flames of desire
Caught up in the fever of a disease that I never want to be cured of
Channeling ancient artists as I seek colors beautiful enough to express the wonder of you
A future that feels like sitting on a rainbow surrounded by clouds of happiness
A dream that I never want to wake up from
A future where I live and learn and grow to love you more with each passing day
Building a home with you in my heart with foundations so solid that even death can’t knock it down
A love that prevails in the worst of circumstances
A love so sacred it spills into all the special parts of my being and warms me on the coldest nights
A future in which sorrow and darkness are only names to me because I walk in the sunshine of your love and I’m protected by its ever- present glow.
A future where you’re still beautiful to me after decades of waking up to your smile.
In your eyes I see my future.