These are the things that make me happy
These are the things that I find rad
These are the things that get my attention
These are the things that make me glad
Sitting and talking and
Being with you
When you're around there's
Always something to do
Holding your hand and
Kissing your cheek
I swear you're the Mac Book
To my lonely inner geek
Playing with you like a
Child with blocks
I know you're the feet to my
Crusty, old socks
I love you even more
With every day that I see
For sure you're the Him
To my sad, little She.
