I have a dream or two,
in them you're always mine.
I'm always first in queue,
in fact there is no line.
Do excuse my verse, but there is truth in rhymes.
(All right, I'll stop now)
please, please, let me kiss you like I did yesterday. And you, lub-dub, lub-dub against my tongue. Maybe then, you could kiss me back. And I, throb, thump; from the soles of my feet to the very tip of my—
But darling, don't you see? It's not at all what it sounds like.
But darling, can't you tell? It's love, in its own way.