And when I get to the great cena,

I’m going to be very hungry

For the ambrosia I have missed,

The kisses on my brow,

The warm embraces, 

Because I find I’m very hungry, now.

When I get done with this,

And slip into 

Something nice

And comfortable,

And walk through the ball room doors,

I hope to hear the music playing 

Something gay and light,

Such that even heavy feet

Could find their way

To dance all night.

We’ll snack on scrumptious finger food 

And taste champagne,

And be ready to love again 

All through the night.

Please, kiss me deep 

At the changing of the guard,

As morning bells signal

The very first ray 

Of holy morning light,

Then I’ll know,

That I am really home to stay,

And that home will never go away from me.

-jenn