:: Thursday, September 19, 2002 ::

"I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter..." (Alanis Morissette)

Would you hold pinkies with me?
Would you mind too many piercings, all my little rebellions?
Would you run through the sprinklers for the fun of disobeying convention?
Would you stay up to 4 a.m. just to talk?
Would you love children, devote your life to making lives beautiful?
Would you watch chick flicks, even though they're, you know, chick flicks?
Would you smile first thing in the morning?
Would you understand me, even when I made no sense?
Would you encourage me?
Would you let me be addicted to the concept of romance?
Would you think in 4-D?
Would you be spontaneous, but consistent above all?
Would your jaw drop and your eyes light up when I glided down a staircase?
Would you play with my hair without being asked?
Would you kiss my eyelids while I slept?
Would you save me from initiative?
Would you help me cook dinner, start a food fight?
Would you pray for me when I didn't know?
Would you sweep me off my feet?
Would you read me to sleep when I was sick?
Would you always put your socks in the laundry basket?
Would you take me to feed the ducks?
Would you hug me when I cried?
Would you hug me as you drifted off to sleep?
Would you hug me if we had just fought?
Would you redeem this tired notion of love?

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:: Bethany Bassett - 9:03 AM :: + ::