Monday, October 5, 2009

One up

I want someone I can steal the moon for
But would give me the sun
My greatest gestures matched and defeated
By his need to make me smile, prove me wrong
And hold me through the thunderstorms
He'll call me stupid and beautiful
Roll his eyes and kiss my hand
Our friends won't quite understand
Exactly why are we together?
Mostly for the smiles
Sometimes for the tears
Though always for the love

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