Monday, November 14, 2011

Some Day Soon


Love, I bet Cassandra never cared much
for the stories of her day
I bet instead she was looking ahead
and smiling at our fate

I’m not supposed to
be dreaming about you
and what you’ll look like
on our wedding day
I’m not supposed to
already know our children by name

I don’t care if somehow
it makes me less of a man
some day soon, with you
I’ll be so much more

Love, I have to confess
even though we haven’t met
I’ve known since I learned to read
you and I are written in the stars

I’m not supposed to
be dreaming about you
and what you’ll look like
on our wedding day
I’m not supposed to
already know our children by name

I don’t care if somehow
it makes me less of a man
some day soon, with you
I’ll be so much more

Love, if someone is out there
spinning the threads of destiny
I bet they’re proud of the work
they’ve put into our tapestry

I’m not supposed to
be dreaming about you
and what you’ll look like
on our wedding day
I’m not supposed to
already know our children by name

I don’t care if somehow
it makes me less of a man
some day soon, with you
I’ll be so much more

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