Down The Road

Somewhere down the road,

I hope to give my heart to you,

The only gift I have to share—

The epitome of a peddler’s joy.

And—I think—I would like

To fall in love too, so I may

Hold you near at each opportune.

Somewhere down the road,

I would like to be yours

So that you may be mine too—

We could live hand in hand,

On the always summered shore.

For it seems I always dream of love

By you, no matter where I am.

Somewhere down the road,

I hope to always be true

So your delicate hand and my

Fumbled grasp could lock once more

And we could be forever, you and me—

A companioned grasp with vows

In a pair of loving eyes

    DannYetman
www.danielyetman.com