It’s hard to leave you for the day,
Let’s cuddle forever
and be like kids when we play.
At night, we meet at my front door–you kiss me.
I don’t mind that you don’t have a job
and your tattoo gives you history.
So they call it puppy love,
but what can I do?
I am hopelessly and endlessly in love with you.
...even if you burp in my face, have a snaggletooth and occasionally smell like corn chips
