His eyes will be like pools of liquid

His body warm and full of life

His laugh will be alive with his soul and he’ll be

Dark and beautiful like an angel.

His tattoos will decorate his skin

And the roses he picks for me won’t have thorns

And they wont draw blood

They’ll just be the same color

And it’ll remind me of him because blood is beautiful.

And he’ll drive me home and play my favorite song

That I didn’t tell him was what makes me feel alive

And I’ll think about how he makes me feel

Like at night with the windows down on the highway.

And one day he’ll get down on one knee and he’ll marry me.

And then he’ll drive me to our home and play that song again

His hand will hold on to mine

Like the world is just me and him and those four chords