snips and snails, and puppy dog tails.

maybe i'll call you something for short, or maybe i'll call you junior.
no, i'll never do that; i'll never call you junior.
i wonder which you'll prefer: sailboats or piano lessons.
or, maybe you'll hate them both.
but i hope you'll like me the most.
i'll know the line of your nose, and the curls in your hair,
your pant size, and how much breakfast you'll eat.
we'll learn about the airplanes in our blood, learn of the places you've yet to go.
and i already love you.