The First Anniversary
Mr and Mrs wake side by side;
everything waiting, nothing to hide.
He does the breakfast, she makes the tea.
Read through the papers, watch the Grand Prix.
Mr and Mrs, cutting the cake;
this is the real thing, no more mistakes.
She is a princess, he is her knight.
He knows she’s happy, she knows he’s right.
Mr and Mrs, end of the day,
talking it over, having their say.
He tells her truths she’s never been told;
simple as paper, precious as gold.
Why I Love You
Because you re-arrange pens,
Because you can moonwalk,
Because I am the right size and shape
to fit the hole that you have always felt.
Because you have special pants,
Because you lay patios and fit surround-sound,
Because I know you’re good with your hands-
and not just with locks and guitars.
Because you can play every song ever written,
Because you’re the reason I still sing,
Because I now understand every word
of those songs- and I mean them.
Because you quote films,
Because you need hugs,
Because I never knew there was someone
who was looking for me too.
Because you’ve done so much,
Because you’ve been almost everywhere,
Because I’ve already missed out on so much
to let this pass me by.
Because you text me loads,
Because you always reply to mine,
Because I think you’re saying you need me
in your life forever.
Because you mis-type words,
Because I still know what you mean,
Because I think I knew you before
but didn’t really learn why.
Because you write your own lyrics,
Because you share them with me,
Because I looked at you and realised
I’d been right to keep looking.
Because you know I’m scared,
Because it scares you too,
Because I have shaken your beliefs about life-
and dented mine about love.
Because you challenge me,
Because you’re so open,
Because I don’t think this can be anything else
than everything we will ever need.
Butterflies
It’s what you feel when you look at me
and when I kiss your ears.
It’s the warmth that washes over you
and takes away your fears.
It’s what they say you’ll see released
when someone slips away,
and what will bring them back to you
on any given day.
It’s everything they say you’ll feel
when everything makes sense.
It’s the breeze that blows your walls away
and rattles your defence.
It’s the whispers as you fall asleep;
the lights behind your eyes
that help you see what’s really there;
It’s only butterflies.
Copyright © 2017 Sarah Askew
Mr and Mrs wake side by side;
everything waiting, nothing to hide.
He does the breakfast, she makes the tea.
Read through the papers, watch the Grand Prix.
Mr and Mrs, cutting the cake;
this is the real thing, no more mistakes.
She is a princess, he is her knight.
He knows she’s happy, she knows he’s right.
Mr and Mrs, end of the day,
talking it over, having their say.
He tells her truths she’s never been told;
simple as paper, precious as gold.
Why I Love You
Because you re-arrange pens,
Because you can moonwalk,
Because I am the right size and shape
to fit the hole that you have always felt.
Because you have special pants,
Because you lay patios and fit surround-sound,
Because I know you’re good with your hands-
and not just with locks and guitars.
Because you can play every song ever written,
Because you’re the reason I still sing,
Because I now understand every word
of those songs- and I mean them.
Because you quote films,
Because you need hugs,
Because I never knew there was someone
who was looking for me too.
Because you’ve done so much,
Because you’ve been almost everywhere,
Because I’ve already missed out on so much
to let this pass me by.
Because you text me loads,
Because you always reply to mine,
Because I think you’re saying you need me
in your life forever.
Because you mis-type words,
Because I still know what you mean,
Because I think I knew you before
but didn’t really learn why.
Because you write your own lyrics,
Because you share them with me,
Because I looked at you and realised
I’d been right to keep looking.
Because you know I’m scared,
Because it scares you too,
Because I have shaken your beliefs about life-
and dented mine about love.
Because you challenge me,
Because you’re so open,
Because I don’t think this can be anything else
than everything we will ever need.
Butterflies
It’s what you feel when you look at me
and when I kiss your ears.
It’s the warmth that washes over you
and takes away your fears.
It’s what they say you’ll see released
when someone slips away,
and what will bring them back to you
on any given day.
It’s everything they say you’ll feel
when everything makes sense.
It’s the breeze that blows your walls away
and rattles your defence.
It’s the whispers as you fall asleep;
the lights behind your eyes
that help you see what’s really there;
It’s only butterflies.
Copyright © 2017 Sarah Askew