I Need You Here With MeChapter FiveMore Like This
Awaiting The Day
"Hey, I just made this poem. Wanna hear it?" I asked happily, taking a seat across from Anthony at the dining table. His dark eyes gazed down at the paper in my hands and he smirked. "You're writing poetry now?" I shrugged, thinking about my own writing skills. "I wrote one other poem before this but this one is the best. I just made it this morning. Care to hear it?" Anthony paused for a few seconds before he nodded.
"Let's run into the spring. We will sing; we will sing. I'll pick a flower from the meadow we'll walk in and put it in your hair. The warm sun will shine down, lighting up your russet-colored eyes as they gaze into my soul; deep into my soul. My heart beats only for you, my dear. Before all this, if we walked in the valley, our words would be much different. Nothing nice would be sincere, no cute comments and lovely conversations. Your hand wouldn't be in mine and you wouldn't tell me how much you love me; indeed how much you love m