A life of sweet dreams...sewn at the torn seams

I once thought a little caress across my skin
would be its own bottle of sweet dandy gin
and surely the prickles that spread through me fast
I never wanted to end but only to last
but as we warmed up to our sweet dream of play
the clock's hour hand quickly ticked away
and I prayed for the future to hold so much more
but I knew this moment would be thrown out the door
oh mother and father- I know that they care
but why can't they just see my heart now lies here
this dreamy young man that they'll never accept
if only they could see our love of such depth
for nothing could've broken our feelings on high tide
our beautiful love as one; our bodies side by side
afraid of what tomorrow couldn't possibly lend
afraid that time meant coming to an end
only two more years, again I let him know
as he drew me even closer afraid to let go
we could be on our way to a life of sweet dreams
with our perfect quilt blanket sewn at the torn seams