I'd rather have a nice quiet evening with you,
Than my weight in diamonds and gold,
And would rather spend an hour with you,
Than get a bag of cash, hard and cold.
I'd rather sit next to you,
Than rule from a gilded throne,
And would rather hold your hand,
Than all the items to own.
I'd rather be just your husband
Than the emperor of the world,
And would rather come home to your hugs and kisses,
Than to troubadours and red carpets unfurled.
I'd rather have you
Than anybody else,
For when we're together,
My heart, like ice, it melts.
Friday, February 20, 2009
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