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A poem about the future.
Someday my love we'll have it all.
A place to call our own.
A little dog,
a Christmas tree and a little me
Or maybe a little you.
I know this because you know this.
From the way you look at me,
the way you don't say if but when.
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the way you don't say if but when. This really does encompass so much. One little word makes all the difference. Beautiful poem, thanks for sharing.
Thank you for the kind words. The hope when you write something like this is that itâ€™s relatable.
the way you don't say if but when. It's those simple observations and thoughts that are the most powerful --- good observation.
Thank you. Itâ€™s a great sense of achievement to know Iâ€™ve captured that feeling in such a relatable way.