On That Day

Hey, you.
You who are deemed to be mine,
 Blessed and chosen by the Divine,
 on that day that I‘ll meet you,
 Will you stare at me like a burning fire?
 Or will you just glance and look away?

I may not know the hour or day,
 But surely God has the way.
 On that day that you‘ll speak of your love to me,
 will you be eloquent,
 Or be tongue-tied as you vent?

Will your affection be ever consistent,
 as how I would rather it be?
 Will you tell me I‘m beautiful
 even when I look awful?

Will your eyes see the ugliness
 behind my pretty face,
 and still tell me you love me?
 Will you kiss me or not,
 hug me tight like a knot,
 Or with purity, you‘ll rather hold my hand,
 let your fingers intertwine with mine,
 and say “I‘ll kiss you on the altar“?

That day of meeting you may have already passed
 Or still in the mirage
 You may have already met me,
 And shared glances with me in random chances,
 Whatever and however,
 I‘m surely glad to know you on that day

CODA:
 Will you dance with me
 And watch the sunset beside the bay?
 Will you give me paper roses or real ones,
 sing me a song,
 or write me a poem?
 How sweet would it be 
 if you make me your muse,
 as you paint your love for me…
 On that day.