Just so

You´re getting a 90's cut. (Just because you´re a 90's man.)
You´re wearing checkered shirts. (And manage to pull it off.)
You´re tall, dark and your eyes gleam like stars when you look at me.
You drive a Jaguar and have your shit together.
You need no care-taking.
You stand on your own.
You like airplanes and motorcycles and that purple dress of mine.
You do a mean Irish interpretation.
You make me laugh at the drop of a hat.
You hold my hand through all of it.
You have no harness.
No shield.
Only your heart.
And then you have me. 
Yet, I wonder -- where are we going?
Because with you there is an actual tomorrow.
A day after.
And a future.