unedited... extremely crude version... bear with me...
This goes along with Kelly's poem.
"Can I keep you?..."
Can I keep you?...
Tucked away in my pocket?
Hidden in my heart?
In the palm of my hand?
Can I keep you?...
In my coffee cup?
In my arms?
And under my bed?
Can I keep you?...
Through the hard times?
With those eyes aglow?
Preferablly in the shower?
Can I keep you?...
On my lips?
Between my lips?
Inside my lips?
Can I keep you?...
Forever?
Forever and ever?
And so and so?
And... so?...
I'ver asked her a couple times... in jest, really, "Can I keep you?"... and she usually just gave me that smart ass grin and said, "Maybe." But the other day... she said... she said, "Yes." And I told her she had made my day. It was like... 5 am. My day was still full ahead of me. It didn't matter. Nothing could touch me. And nothing did... the rest of the day. *sigh*