I look forward
to clear skin.
when my chin
isn't rested
with a phone
on my chest and
the sound of your voice
not mechanic,
distorted;
I look forward
to rain
and layin
in bed;
the covers pulled up
to our necks.
I look forward
to waking
to the sound of you making
coffee for us;
and morning whispers,
in the dark.
I look forward
to kisses,
and looking after your heart.
what will our life be like?
you decide.
i know what i'll do
and how i'll take care of you.
i know what i'm capable of,
and what to adjust.
But you, Sweetheart,
you're harder to trust.
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Your intuition is probably right. Generally women are more intuitive than men. It is a spiritual thing that defiles logic and reasoning, but it's there guiding and protecting one most of the time. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.