A Wishful Thinking

When I meet you

I wish you'll love me as much as my momma always loves me

I want you to tell me that I'm beautiful, no matter how grey my hair would be and how fat I'm gonna be and how many wrinkles I would have on my skin

I wish you to make me the last and the only song you will sing

And you will whisper my name when your lips touch mine

And I will love you with every living cell in my body

The only problem is, I just haven't met you yet :)

For your infomation: This ain't a  poem, hell no. It's a prayer. My prayer :D