Love.. hold my breath...

i wonder when... if...
I know i dont know anything about falling or if I have fallen..
can't even tell if I need to pick myself up..
wish I knew better..

I look forward to being held..
waking up to a familiar face, a warm embrace
little things like car rides and late night strolls
lying on the trampoline and suppers..
sharing a meal.. watching the sports channel over a pint
to not have to feel alone..
someone who pushes me to do things anew

I guess it'll creep up slowly without me realising
it'll sweeten, like flavouring to tea..
we're all looking for similar things..
we all expect something a little different...

till its my turn.. i'll wait patiently
open palms.. softy sigh...

I solemnly promise to never settle for anything less..