Tell Me Our Future

• Victoria Lock, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

His fingertips touch my face,
So plain and simple as I trace,
The lines of which his hands withhold,
Never too deep, wrinkled or old.
His eyes whirling in all different ways,
Nothing to change as long as he plays,
The role of which he will love me forever,
And it's our two hearts that will not sever.
His words are so gentle, pure and calm,
As I picture the future with his palm,
I see a man and woman so tall and fair,
Though it’s not me and him that will continue to be a pair.