on my island

he looks into my eyes
and tells me he loves me.
on my island
he makes love to me
and its not just 
on my island
he dreams of me in white
and calling me wife
on my island

dead-honesty-



he wonders how he can make me happy
beyond dinner or lunch
on my island
he is proud of me
as his partner, not his friend
on my island
his parents like me
and even know my name
on my island
he looks at houses as he drives by
and imagines us living there
on my island
there are no maybes

but there is no island
there is no dream
there is no feeling other than this

how do arrange this
so my heart understands