Tomorrow holds so much promise,
May be great but you never know...
Will she be glad when she sees this?
Does wishing ever make it so?
Will she be pleased with how I look?
Oh why'd I have to cut my hair?
Will she enjoy the things I cook,
And what about my underwear?
I know it's insecurity,
But I just cannot help it, my sweet dear.
And yet in all sincerity,
Will you still love me when you're here?
My greatest hope and dearest wish,
Is that we will be our best friends,
And each tender loving dish,
Will make a meal that never ends.
Freinds and lovers, bound together,
Free enslavement, entered gladly.
My one hope is love forever,
I can't help it, love you madly.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:Quivering with anticipation...