Waking up in the morning,
another day dawns,
I rush to my computer,
I flip the cold box on.
As it's familiar sounds start,
Time to pour a cup,
I rush back to sign on,
To see if he's already up.
The "Sign In" is complete,
Today begins anew,
I gesture "Good Morning",
and "Throw a snowball", too.
If only our good morning,
were right here at this table,
I would move time and space,
to be with him if only I were able.
He wrote a prose last night,
and posted a song or two,
I will now "Admire" and "Applaud" him,
but best not to "Throw a Shoe"!
Oh, to hear his voice,
whispering the words he's penned,
or listen to the songs that he posted,
as I actually lean against his skin.
He's gesturing back wildly,
With "Giggles" and "Laughs" I respond,
Today is the day I will "Drive with" him,
to a place where we shall "Lounge".
Where would we go together,
if only this were true,
Driving along the countryside,
Then lying on a blanket made for two.
Whilst he is "Pulling Heart Strings",
My heart awakens at the keys,
Fearing if I "Love" him too quickly,
He may de-circle me.
Wishing He were really here,
to love and serenade me in that way,
a sigh would escape my lips as we dance, and
With hugs, I'd adore him every day.
It's time for him to leave now,
as he "Blows a Kiss" at me,
I "Wave" and wish "Good Evening"
"Buy a Round" and send him on his way.
As I lay in bed, I wonder,
why it has to be so tough,
In reality, I want wrestling, tickling, pillow fights,
But in truth, it's just my heart he has handcuffed.
(leaving this behind.....I hope you all enjoy it. Beautifuldreams42. )