My Last Day
I would wake up a little late
Open my eyes
Gazing upon your face
Make love to you
without saying a word
Not worry about
what could be heard
I would call in sick
Enjoy the day
Take a walk on the beach
Or by the bay
Hold your hand
Our fingers intertwined
Me in your heart
You on my mind
I would make a meal
For you and I
Feed you by hand
Sitting by your side
Wash your feet
Late that night
Silently gazing
In your eyes
I would promise you
My love always
And that id never leave
Forever stay
We’d live this way eternally, id say
That’s how I would spend
My last day
Copyright © Kimberly Larocca | Year Posted 2010
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