a process of thought

there is the sensible choice
(and then the one that makes me quiver)
the one which stands out in bold print
(and the one who easily slips off into the background)
the one i have planned with my parents
(and the one that will never escape these lips, except to her ears)
i promised her some kids, a house, and wedding rings
(i never needed to)
she stood out in the light
(and I chanced upon the shadows)
i put time and effort into the relationship
(and it never even needed the work)
she was a thought
(and she was a dream)
she was the one i planned with
(she was the one i dreamed with)
we set out the future in black and white
(and yet it will be full of color)
she asked me to marry her
(and i felt exactly the same)
i love her with my head
(and for once i love her with my heart)