To live only in your life,
And to talk of nothing but our love,
And how your company is a vice,
How sometimes I can't wait,
To be home just so we can talk.
I know I don't mention this enough,
But it's this reality that I love
That lets my mind wander,
Into realms that will never be,
Because I don't want them to.
Unless they include both you and me.
And it's alright,
If you push me out of the bed,
As long as the floor I hit's still in our room,
I am content.
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