I’d love to steal the first kiss from your lips
while the sun is still busy yawning in the horizon.
I’d love to be the one to pour you your coffee
even when I haven’t drank a sip from mine.
I’d love to be the one to see you off to work,
sending you kisses by the door.
I’d love to welcome you home with the tightest embrace,
and serve you the best dinner to satisfy your hunger.
I’d love to cuddle next to you while we watch TV
and who knows where this might lead if you’ve been good to me?
I’d love to leave you the sweetest kiss before you sleep,
and whisper to your ear that I’ll see you in my dreams.
There is nothing like watching you sitting solitary,
in your own world nursing a bottle of beer.
Your gaze turns inward as you watch bubbles form,
on the bottom of your mug foaming to the top.
I watch you take a sip of that yellow liquor,
and how your lips form a thin line of distaste.
Yet you downed the whole drink effortlessly,
and I could see that your mind’s already wandering.
How can I not see that it was you who held my gaze?
Even from afar you’re the one my eyes keep coming back to?
Heaven help me, I think I’m falling,
for you’re moving in slow motion,
and my heart’s beating rapidly.