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Tuesday night
Lying here next to you
Before this moment, I knew
Strings of hair, sweet smell of your shampoo
Never willing, to say adieu
From the beginning, you & parker staring at the fishes
To not long ago, helping you with the dishes
Coming into my life, reconition that we were born to fly
In this life, my love; will never go awry
Let's rise, to the place where true love goes
Our love, no need to confess; emittingly it shows
Maybe later we can stop by the moon
Riding on love's cloud, smoothly in tune
My love speaking stories of you, some might see a fairy tale
A dream this is not, as my hand lifts your veil
You gotta admire your honesty in this one. "Sonja on the couch, just thinking about my love for her... while watching the celtics beat the lakers in the finals"
"while watching the celtics beat the lakers in the finals"
That's awesome. Hahaha, no seriously, I love that. It's so real and the love for her is genuine as is your love for basketball. Well done.