I want to be in love...

I want to be in love

I want to be in love,
Not a regular kind of every day love,
But the kind of love that doesn’t make me focus at work,
Lose track of time,
Get sunburned while sitting by the water,
Thinking about you.

I want to be in love,
The kind of love that makes me eat foods I wouldn’t usually try,
Just because I want to taste what makes your taste buds come alive.

If I’m going to be in love,
The kind of love I’m looking for,
makes flowers talk,
the air smell sweet,
and when you're with me.
Time stands still,
Burdens fall away,

I want to be in love.
So I can wrap surprises in pretty pieces of paper
and leave it under your pillow.
Burn food on the stove I’ve never made
from cookbooks I’d never usually buy
in an attempt to make you the perfect meal.

And when I do finally make that meal
We never eat it anyway.
The food gets cold because
There’s no time to eat...
Food.

The kind of love
that doesn’t need words,
You don't have to give me your last Rolo,
I already know what's mine is yours,
what's yours is mine.


I want to be in love,
the kind of love where you meet in my dreams
and when you meet me there,
We talk about how great it will be
when you meet me in the morning.

I want to be in love.
But for now,
I’ll write this poem
tuck it away amongst the packages of surprises I’ve yet to wrap and place under your pillow.

Hide it between the pages of the cookbooks I’ve yet to buy.

Because one day.

I’ll be in love.