the perfect day has been laid out,
with a camera in my hand
snapping every moment
of the beautfiul weather provided for us,
with the smell of beer and sunflowerseeds
we wait at the game behind home plate,
my hand resting perfectly in yours...
this is the start to a gorgeous thing,
shouts and loud fans and some bright sun,
crushed by the score board screaming 13 to 6,
we head out for round two,
to a gallery in a run down town,
we wait at the door
for the purple shirted boy to let us in
wandering the halls and rows of photos,
i catch you,
so enthralled with some kind of beauty
that i dont seem to see...
from there the adventure continues
to a private spot in the upstairs of a coffee shop,
with trees and intimate things,
you sit waiting on my to share my passions,
your face says it all,
the smile in your eyes makes me believe
i am worth every minute of your time...
prints and photographs strewn all over the table,
craving for an explanation,
and every word that flows from my lips do them justice,
from there to chinatown,
laughter and food made perfectly for my appitie,
hands to hold and kisses for my lips,
we go on,
sand volleyball and sweat,
this day is getting better, and better,
with every part of my being,
i am captivated,
by this guy that is my best friend,
later that night,
its a couch for cuddling
and cups of wine,
followed by a late night walk around this block,
that we have wandered around plenty of times,
where tears have been shed,
and love has been conveyed,
i walk clutching your hand in mine,
never wanting to let go,
as my darkest secrets roll off my tongue
and tears come streaming,
you hold me,
and reassure that i am without blemish in your eyes,
this moment will mark the beginning,
as you ask a question that i anticipated,
and with a huge goofy smile,
my best friend becomes my boyfriend,
and this perfect day marks the end of my past
and the beginning of our future,
so here's my trust in this little jar,
and here's my heart in the other,
don't let any of them go.
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