Writing this poem is what it's like loving you, it's all I want to do.
It's like dinner, wherever we dine, your thoughts are on my mind.
With you, there's no need for an extra pillow, with your head on mine.
With you and I, every song is good. You be the D.J., I'll drive.
A day with you is easy, I'd hold your hand forever if you'd let me.
And no matter how weird, my ketchup is free.
With mountains in the distance, our horizon has a heartbeat.
And between you and me, a towel and a pair of Converse are all we'll ever need.
