When I think of you,
It's not roses and puppies,
Not diamonds and sunsets.
When I think of you,
It's not cookies and ice cream,
Not mansions and kissing in the rain.
There is no swell of music,
No zoom in, pan across face;
It's not a fairytale.
When I think of you,
It's old hats and yarn,
Lap sitting and loud laughing.
When I think of you,
It's mac n cheese and french fries,
A first kiss, a new direction.
I can smell your clothes against my nose,
Feel your beard as your lips brush my forehead.
It may not be a fairytale, but it's a dream in motion.
So don't bring me flowers or buy me houses,
Just kiss my cheek, move my hair,
And settle in for a love that's priceless.
