WANT
I want your head on my shoulder
My head on your laps
That’s a symbol of trust
Because you won’t sell me out
I want your lips on mine
That a chemistry not in textbooks
If loving you is heaven
Then I’m not scared of the second coming of Christ.
I want my hand holding yours
With your eyes fixed on mine
With a bright face and beautiful smile
Reassuring me of the love we shared
They asked me what my lucky number is?
I just picked from the alphabet of your name.
I want you to be my favorite place
Showing me different shades of love
I want to write a book of you
With your name from the start to the end
I want to have a museum
Having the picture of you hanging
The journey isn’t complete without you in it
If I’m opportune to come again, you still be my choice
©ITUNU PETER.