Friday, September 7, 2012

What, then?


Oh, Honey, I love you in spite
Of the music you like,
Of the artwork you make,
Of the lyrics you speak,
Of the ways you spend your time
When you're awake,
And when you sleep; in spite
Of the things you believe,
Of the people you know,
Of the movies you watch,
Of the places you go,
Oh honey, I love you so,
I love you in spite.

--Then what do you love me for?


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