True Love

When I grow up-

I want to find the kind of love

that my friends will be jealous of.

Not that generic brand,

store-bought love.

The good stuff,

like designer jeans.

The rare stuff,

like a precious gem.

You know the kind of bling

you find on a ring?

By the way-
I want a ring.

I don’t want any of that

“Let’s sleep together,


then forget each other’s names,” love.

None of that

“He played me


and made me part of his games,” love.

I want a true love.

Not a


beaten,


and



broken,



and




blue




love.

I don’t just want infatuation.

I want

passion,

loyalty,

affection,

adoration.

I want the kind of love

that will be passed


d


o


w


n

for generations.
To our children and grandchildren.

I want our kids

to know how much

they are loved,
even before their birth.

Love come down from above,

like heaven


here on Earth.

Every time I see ya

I hear angels singing


“Hallelujah!”

-But I don’t just want to

hear love.

I want to see love.
like a cinema in 3D love.

kickin’ back in my E-Z chair,
watchin my favorite flick with you.

I want an easy love,

as simple as hand-in-glove.
Not a complicated love, like

x=y+3^4-8,927×?31
“Uh, can you repeat that?”

Look, if we’re gonna do math equation love

how about something I can understand-


like 1+1=2.

I think I just got an A+ on me and you.

A+?

Sweet!

I want a sweet love.

I’ll never forget the day we’ve yet to meet, love.

I imagine it’ll go something like this:

“Hi, my name’s Analisia.

I know you don’t know me…

But I know you’re the one
I’ve been waiting for
my whole life.”