Future Love

To my future Love, I write a poem for thee, To whomever, and wherever you may be, I can't wait to feel thy hand in mine, To feel thy lips upon mine, To dance with, in May's soft rains, To feel my future love Rid of my thousand pains, As i shall rid of his, To hold on a cold winter's night, To watch descend a grand staircase, Future love, for where we ought find eachother, is where we shall begin forever To my future love, I write a poem for thee.