wish.

i wished for you at 11:11.
and then i smiled at 11:17, because for those 60 moments time cradled us both in his hands, and encouraged this romance,
because you ignore the fans, and the swoons, and the touches,
and instead  orchestrate smiles , laughs, and epic blushes,
that audiences want to see in movies,
that shine redder than the finest rubies,
you make me  speak in silly rhymes and want to produce the most amazing of lines,
never on the side,
for you, the only, one,
that i see, and this countdown no longer needs 2 or 3….
because this poem is to you from me…
and so
can we just be,
the ken and the barbie,
in our dreamhouse,
lets scratch the pink, and throw the dream out,
because you are the realness that makes
dreams not worth dreaming,
and in that case it'd be a real house,
wife is to me as you are husband,
and the only thing different from them and u and me ,
is that these two were built in the mindset of fake, and
this is the result of an endless cake,
as well as an argument,
based on compliments,
and the you're great, and im great,
And somehow its never too late,
never too early,
time rolls on, and as i wait for the 1's and the 7's to align,
i cross my fingers and hope that one day you'll be mine..