Childhood Dreams

I saw you first when I was three,
the time you patched my bleeding knee.
When I fell off my bike and cried,
you stood there with me by my side.

I liked you loads when I was ten,
the time you showed me mother hen,
sitting on her pale peach shells,
you caught one carefully when it fell.

I fell in love when I was eighteen,
the time you gave me a shiny ring,
nestled on a golden pillow covered in bling.
My heart felt like it could sing.

I felt content when I was twenty,
the time you bought flowers plenty.
The wedding bells rang loud and clear,
I held my hand in yours, smiling, without fear.