You whispered “let’s make love like we’re married”
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And I smiled because I knew.
There isn’t anyone in the world I’d rather be with
Or do anything with but you.
We’ve divided continents to meet
And held love in high regard.
Cast rain way in lieu of sun
Then strolled a boulevard.
I’ve sat on a beach in Cancun
Waiting for your return.
Sipped cocoa in Aspen
Watching the fire burn.
We’ve fought over who would move
And where in the world we would meet.
You’ve taken time to tell me your dreams
Yet you’ve never used your feet.
Life is an intricacy
An illusion created by reality.
Forces brought together leave
In a manner consistent with morality.
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