We dance circles around each other.
Making eye contact now and then.
Smiling, giggling like 2-year-olds.
Making flirty remarks to each other.
We promise.
We try not to fall.
But in the end one of us does.
In our little dance of love.
Usually me.
And you're never there to catch me.
Like a good partner should.
I hit the floor.
And I hit it hard.
I pick myself up, dust myself off,
and we start the dance over again.
Look at that deer
Man I am craving a beer
He has a nice rack
It is enough
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
How do you wait
At least 3 years
For a possible soul mate
But have no fea
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
Laughter is a gift
It doesn't mean your fit
But it will soften any tension
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