Living a life with you

Sometimes as the night goes by

I wonder what it would be like

to live a married life with you.

Will it be sweet?

Will we lie in bed together and

share the secrets of our souls?

Will we share dreams?

Our deepest desires?

Will we sit and watch the sunset together?

Or lie down to watch the stars and the moon on a cold night?

Enjoy the rain together through the window?

Or the snowfall?

Or the spring flowers?

Or the falling leaves in the fall?

Will we share things from our daily lives?

Will we have fights?

Yes, of course.

Will we cook together?

Will we play together?

Will we spend evenings and nights together watching a movie?

A romantic comedy?

We'll go out for dinner.

We will have a couple's night.

A night of love.

Like lovers who are crazy about each other.

Because that is how we are,

madly in love with each other.

Because we are young people full of energy.

And one day, some of that energy

will go away with the arrival of our old age.

But we will never stop being good lovers.

Because old age is a certainty.

Just like our love.

Will we get angry with each other?

Maybe.

Will we live a deep love?

True love?

The kind that cares,

listens, meets needs,

the one that goes beyond fears,

beyond petty quarrels and arguments?

Not that fragile love

that gives up easily at the first chaos.

We are already like that,

We have been through a lot together.

And love continues to flow inside

our bodies.

What is built on a strong foundation

does not destroy.

No matter how strong the tide.

On lonely nights

I think,

how will it be

our life

when we get married?