How to Lose Friends and Alienate People By Lee Cassanell

I love you like a daydream Like an opened pack of Rolos, I love you like the summer Like a Jimi Hendrix solo, I love you like the ocean loves and laps at every wave, I love your smoky laughter and your need to misbehave, I love the way I catch your eye, The way you look at me, I love you for the way you are, And all you want to be, I love the lips that kiss me like they've never kissed before I love you on the table, sofa, mattress and the floor, I love our content silences, And bizarre conversations, I love you And I need you You're the source of my elation, I love you with desire that I'd never dare express, I love it when you ask me if I love your stunning dress,

I love you And I want you Like a sailor loves the stars, I love it when you roll your eyes and know I've gone too far, I love you And I feel you It's an all consuming lust, I love you with a metal that I know won't ever rust. I love you in the Sunshine And I love you in the rain, I'll love you through the winter And I'll love you through the pain, I love you in a way I know I'll never feel again, I love you with a passion that I never could explain..

Copyright ©2004  Lee Cassanell

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