You make me laugh when I'm mad.
You make me mad even when inside I'm glad.
You make me cry even when inside its nothing but shy.
You make me happy when its not the right time.
You make me love you when I know I already do.
I want to say i do when I'm 22.
I want to have a little one, but do you?
I love everything about you, and I hope you mean the same?
So again I want to ask, are we mates?
