So many moments, 

That we haven’t lived yet.

So many stories,

Yet to be told. 

How many smiles of yours have I yet to see?
How many sides to you remain a mystery?

I want to know all of you, 

The good, the bad, and new.

I want to be there when those moments hit the forge,

With laughter in the air; your hands in my hair.

I want to be there when those stories are being written,

Smiles kept hidden, your lips touching my skin.

The future holds so many possibilities, 

At least a dozen or so with you and me. 

And gods I hope to be there as you discover,

Your friend, yourself, and your potential next lover.