He'll eat the strawberry,

and I'll eat the cake.

We won't go to amusement parks

and crowded shopping malls.

He'll take my hand gently

like its the most fragile thing.

I'll watch his favourite movie,

and he'll read my favourite book.

We'll talk about nothing;

we'll talk about everything.

We'll cuddle under the blankets

and fall asleep to beating hearts.

We'll sneak out at night

and catch stars in our eyes.

We'll watch the sunrise 

from an old rooftop

and make the seconds count.

We'll get matching rings

but not couple shirts.

He'll love me tenderly,

and then maybe,

I'll love him back.