I went running

While I was running,

I thought of you.

You and your running shoes,

and the cat that moos,

and the stairs that squeek,

and the heart that beats,

and the waves that crash,

and the winds that blow,

and flowers that fly,

and the tears I'll cry,

and the cars we'll drive,

and the songs we'll sing,

and the vintage ring,

and the years we'll spend;

you holding my hand,

happy as can be,

like two birds lost at sea.

Some things are worth waiting for.