I wake for school each day, dreading the theory.
I go through classes, sighing and moaning.
Assignments? Tests? Quizzes? Exams?
I think I might pass on that one, thank you.
Do you want to know what I truly want?
What I'm really thinking when the teacher is lecturing,
and all I want is just to be out of here?
I think of you, and that romantic summer night.
I remember every vivid detail as if it were yesterday.
The flowers, the food, the surprise, and the intimacy.
When I was in your arms, I felt so safe, so secure.
It was as if nothing could happen to me.
That bedroom in those woods will always remind me
of what it was like to be with you romantically.
The climax was more than I've felt in a lifetime.
The intimate way you touched me, kissed me.
The gentleness of your fingers, carressing my skin.
Our lips joined with a soft moan of pleasure.
The moon shone brightly with fullness and beauty.
As I lay with you, I can hear you whisper in my ear.
"I love you." The most beautiful words I've ever heard.
You kiss my head and sit up, pulling out a small box.
When you utter those four words, "Will you marry me?"
My heart had always known it was meant to be.
Oh, the way you and I love one another...
It's like no other experience I've ever felt.
I can't wait to be the mother of your children.
That thought makes me melt.
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