I'd rather be doing nothing,
If I could do it with you,
Than any other thing
That I could alone do.
I'd rather spend a whole day
Just staring at your face,
Than hanging out with the rest of the world
As the Earth drifts through space.
I'd rather say a series of sweet nothings
Into your ear
Than have a million important things
For you to never hear.
I'd rather do anything
With my sweet wife
Than have what could be best described as
A miserable, lonely, sucky, horrid life.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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