i love you Sis (waving at Em).
you're sweet like a krispy kreme
and just as rare
if I was a songwriter
I'd write your song right here
you're better than the best that ever was.
Any person that questions that last statement gets punched square in the nose...
I'm your silly, random, violent, selfless, crazy woman
and your the muse to all my poetry and potential prose
like "the perfect verse over a tight beat"
you might be proof that movie romance is attainable
the way you make me feel: in-explainable
even if I had all the world's alphabets
to make up all the possible words in the universe
I'd have to use them all
and still couldn't compose an accurate verse.
if I were a collectors edition pair of Louboutins
for sure, you'd be the matching purse.
I'm happy to be your yin
and I jest
but you know
you're my everything
'course I'll wear your ring
and 'course I'll be your wife
there's no one else with whom I'd share
this crazy thing called life
so I'll take your hand
and kung-fu grip it tight
(so you don't do that stupid swingy thing you were doing
when we went out the other night)
and we'll figure out all that other stuff
married people are supposed to do,
I'll give you three guesses,
though you should only need one to get it right...
okay, you're taking too long
so I'll just tell you why
it's 'cause I love you.
(no takesy-backsies, double pinky swear,
promise, I'll always be there
even if your feet smell,
or you start losing your hair
know, that with rogaine and odor-eaters
I will be right here)
*image captured by Keith Claytor, Time Frozen Photography.
one love, my friends.