When the day comes
that I sit with you
by the fire,
ice cold from the freezing rain;

When the day comes
that I lie with you
in my arms
legs tangled together;

When the day comes
that I stand with you
in front of friends
enemies forgotten in our happiness;

When the day comes
that I hold with you
our first born child
adults mesmerized by perfection;

When that day comes
I will bless the day
that began this
falling hopelessly in love.

March 9/01