If I could explain how much
I love you, you'd be scared.
I am, after all.
I do not understand why,
or even how, but I do.
I'm tempted to pack my
belongings into a backpack
and move on down, and share
your bed with your cats
with all of their robo-meowings
happening while we try to sleep.
And take trips away, to the left
hand'ed coast, to vist friends
and take naps. Then come home,
just so we could be reunited.
Oh, geeze. I need for this to happen.
I will make it happen, my love.
