What do I want it to look like
What do I want it to say
I want it to look like
you smiling and hiding your face when you wake up and catch me staring at you
me tickling you until you scream
I want it to look like wet kisses down your stomach, across your thighs
I want it to look like me covered in flour trying to make some birthday cake you saw on Pinterest.
I want it to look like showers together and baths drawn after long days at work.
Vacations and sunsets and sunrises.
I want it to look like road trips and horseback riding in Montana.
sweet silence and contentment
I want it to look like everything
I want it to look like you and me and rings and vows.
I want it to look like us at an altar before God and our families promising everything and all things to each other.
I want it to look like you pregnant with out first and then our third.
I want to see the excitement on your face when I finally say I'm ready to carry our baby.
I want it to look like your lips and mine in places and spaces and times where no one's been and no one else will be again.
Like toes painted when bellies grow so big with child that you can't seem them but I know it matters to you that they're done.
I want to pray with you.
I want it to look like walking down the hall to find you sleeping in the rocking chair nursing our sweet baby.
I want it to look like happiness.
I want it to look like joy.
Like quiet time reading books about different topics back to back, so that we're always touching.
I just want to be in the same space that you are and I want to breath the same air you're breathing.
I want to see China through your eyes.
I want to get on my knees and please you.
I want to take your hand once and for all.
I want to trust you in ways I've never trusted anyone.
I want to seek God with you by my side.
I want to be the one that you say "Can we we have a fifth?" to.
And I'll say I've been waiting for you to ask me that.
I want to give you my last name and another set of rings.
I want to give you anything you ever wanted.
I want to see your face when I surprise you.
I want to worship God by making love to you.
I want to close my eyes and have your face be the very last thing I see before I open them in the morning.
I want to feel you inch back towards me, my sweet little spoon.
I want to hold you forever.
I want other people to see the way we love each other and know that there is a God.
I want it to look like a forever is just the beginning.
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