Pull out all your girly magazines,
I’ll look at them with you tonight.
Then we can go burn a tank of gasoline,
Or perhaps I could serenade you out under the stars,
Or we could reenact old movie scenes.
It actually occurred to me last night that I might love you,
I should have realized this long ago,
I’m sure all the heartaches you put me through,
Were just to show me how you love me so,
But now I want to tell you I feel the same,
Yes, Yes, I’ll tell you, but you already know.
C.D.S. April 2010
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