Mine will be the lips that press themselves against your ear and whisper in a voice shaking with excitement, "Wake up.
Mine will be the eyes that will catch your wishes on New Year's Eve, and ring in that shining new day standing next to you on the porch of the house that you grew up in.
Mine will be the hands that cut out a thousand paper hearts and put them on strings for you and write something that I love about you
on each and every one.
Ours will be a life worth remembering, and our likenesses will be painted on the walls of subterranean caverns, made permanent and on display for all the world do see.
Ours will be the future, because we have chosen to seize it.