Someday, I want to write about what love is,
not what I imagine it could be.
I want to learn whether you prefer sunrises or sunsets,
and see you in the light of both.
I want to see you beneath the summer’s sun,
and hold you in the deepest part of winter.
I want to see you in the glow of candlelight,
and sparkle beneath a sea of stars.
Someday, I want to write about what love is,
by learning what it is to love you.