You’ll have the bluest/brownest/greenest eyes I’ve ever seen,
and your skin white/brown/kinda sticky like Plasticine,
and this deep/shrill/sultry voice I’ll never forget.
Together we’ll listen to your favourite song,
the one that goes “Ooga chaka”/”hokey cokey”/”All night long”
that played on the morning/noon/night when we met.
And, oh, I’ll love that cutest thing that you do
with your lips/your nose/your hands/your shoe,
It’s unique to you/pretty common I’d like to bet.
We’ll dine at your favourite cafe/restaurant/bar
and wish on a turkey’s bone/magic lamp/shooting star
to freeze this moment as it’s the best we’ll ever get.
I’ll take you on holiday to Wales/Washington/Bengal/Nepal,
where we’ll sky dive/hike/swim/do nothing at all,
and we’ll come home refreshed/tired/with a touch of regret.
Then someday I’ll meet your dog/dad/brother/mum
and he/she’ll be oh so very glad that I’ve come
and lick/hug/greet me with their voice/arms/tongue so wet.
Well, I’d love to be specific,
if I could it’d be terrific!
But I haven’t met you yet.
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