Wifey 

Oh how wonderful would it be love, to wake up next to you, on a morning so cold, cuddling up in each other’s arm’s only to feel your hair, as my hands, slowly caress you, only to smile, as if you’re the sunrise that’s still due. Oh I’d gaze you, while you close your eyes as you lay, innocently, sleeping  in my arms, only to hug you tight, like I never have. Oh I’d keep you close to me all night, dreaming about the roses we’d plant together, that’d bloom with the love that we’d share. Oh how lovely would it be, to kiss you good morning, only to feel you bury yourself in me, only to feel the warmth that I so long for. Oh how lovely would it be, to surprise you with a breakfast I’d try to make, only to later feed you, with my hands as you lay against my chest, with your hand in mine. Oh the birds would sing for us, only to find you in the washroom, kissing only to never end. A tune, that’d hum in our minds, bringing us closer, only to tease you while we brush. Oh I’d pick you up, your arms around my neck, only to lay you back on to the bed, and hear you sing, only to feel the wind, that’d make you feel cold, until I see you and me, under the blanket yet again, in each other’s arm’s, to do it all over again. Oh I’d be as stupid as I could, and caress you in ways you can’t imagine only to feed you, as I promised. Oh and we’d bathe, together as I’d feel your body against me, all wet, only to feel the water, making me feel complete or was it you? Oh you’d giggle while I’d fall in love with you, all over again, as I’d feel each second passing, only wishing it’d stop. I’d surprise you, with thing’s so small, only to see your eyes in mine , and I’d hear your eyelashes calling my name, every time I’d see you smile, only to admire you all over again. Oh we’d make the lunch together, as I slowly make you sit on the slab, in a cute kitchen of our own. Oh you’d taste it, only to play w flavours of love that’d cook us a meal, that later we’d share with people who are deprived of it. Oh we’d go out, later in the evening, to create memories, that we’d cherish for a long time, until the very end. As slowly the sun would set, on a day so beautiful, we’d make it exquisite, only to see your hand in mine, after supper, walking down the lonely streets, w a gentle breeze, that’d make us feel at home, or was it you? Oh we’d play badminton, only to wat ice cream later, and coffee only to stay awake all night, talking to each other, as if it’s the first day again, that made us what we are now. Don’t kill me If I’d pull your leg a lil too much and act stupid, as that’s something I’d rather do, than be someone I’d loathe to be. Oh how beautiful would life be? When you’d be in it? Writing a story, every day that would hare just you and me, with the ink that’d make everyone smile, or was it you who was the reason? Oh I’d love you, like no one has, and like no one will for I’d have you carved on the moon, if I could, as name you the sunset that’d never end, as it’s you who’s beautiful all the time. Wouldn’t it be so perfect? You and me, forever.

So. This was it. You can judge me again for being cheesy and shit. It hardly matters. I’d still do anything for the one who’d be w me, no matter what anyone thinks. 

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40 comments

  1. on the level · Jan 8

    That was amazing. I could only dream of being loved like that. My romantic history is disappointing, but measured against this it is a sad failure. Great job

    Liked by 3 people

    • Srijan · Jan 8

      Thank you so much.

      Like

    • ortensia · Jan 9

      Except really rare cases the fault of failure relationships must always be split 😉cheer up dear beside compare to these words who hasn’t a failure romance?lol

      Liked by 2 people

  2. Kae Bucher · Jan 8

    So wonderful:)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Srijan, your work is all so poignant and so, so beautiful. It really moves me. A connection with someone else, that special someone, is all any of us want to find. I find it incredible how you write about the everyday longings not just you yourself have, but I’m betting most of us.

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  4. iScriblr · Jan 9

    Wonderful!💕

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Svelte · Jan 9

    Eeew, get it off me, get it off me. Haha, jk…it’s very sweet actually.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. People with no emotions find these things cheesy. This is so just and pure.

    Liked by 2 people

  7. mistimaan · Jan 9

    You write too well

    Liked by 1 person

  8. “as if it’s the first day again, that made us what we are now.” – 😊😊

    Liked by 1 person

  9. ortensia · Jan 9

    I judge you as a wife and I am speechless by the beauty of your words.😊❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Ritu Gaur · Jan 9

    Hm. You’re actually doing justice to your name 😛 . Keep going I would say. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Alexi · Jan 9

    purely sweet

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Rhyme In Time · Jan 9

    Nice! I especially like this description: “I’d hear your eyelashes calling my name …”

    Liked by 1 person

  13. The Next door Girl · Jan 12

    this is beautiful

    Liked by 2 people

  14. Srijan · Jan 12

    Thank you so much

    Like

  15. I started imagining those things while reading, played well with beauty of words and made them feelings. Awesome. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  16. This post is not cheesy. It is rather beautiful 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  17. ramblingroses30 · Apr 5

    Well let’s just put it this way i have fallen in love with the way you just present this thing called Feeling so aptly.

    Liked by 1 person

  18. nachmeinemeinung · May 24

    Its cheesy alright but what the heck. Good one..

    Liked by 1 person

  19. themagicalwand · May 26

    Your writings remind me A LOT of someone! And this isn’t cheesy, most people yearn for such love. Best Wishes!

    Liked by 1 person

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