forget-me-nots

we long for your love
to grow old as an oak entwined in
blue petals
we long for your love to know the
pain of being stripped down to bare
the scare of being alone again -- for a moment
then the reunion dance that lasts till wee morn.
we long for your love
to explore ocean depths
skies high and mountains jagged and old
newborn dreams oldtime nostalgias
and continually meshing your fingers together
in case today's the day
you start to survive marriage without
holding hands
avoid that day at all costs
even the cost of the kiss
just to remember
who's holding you
who's wearing your ring
who would cut of his hand for you
we long for your love to conquer
we long for your love to prevail
and at the end of the day
we long for you to be
wrinkled little forget-me-nots
forgettting not your love
forever