I want to stop playing games,
painting pictures and writing F.L.A.M.E.S
Because if true love exists,
I'm certain it's you and no one else.
Would you be my wife
My lover for the rest of my life.
I will face all trying days
With your kiss and your embrace.
Maybe we're too young
Maybe i shouldn't be holding this gun
But what about our plans?
I wont let go of this chance
I don't want to be the guy
Who said goodbye
Let go, and said No.
I want to be that man
Who held your hand
Under that old Mango tree
For the rest of eternity.
Let's have a family of four.
I'll chase you by the shore.
Watching as the sun sets,
No matter how old and wrinkly we get.
Before the sun throws you gleams,
I'll be serving you breakfast in bed,
Perfect coffee with just the right cream,
Sunny side up and buttered bread.
Though, we can never hold the future.
And loving gives no security.
But I will never be more sure,
Nor trusting on sweet serendipity.
A.M.P
7/11/12
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