Don't want to
tour in a plane --'your love gets me higher.
No wish to visit sunny Spain -- your songs set my heart on fire.
And give me all the grandeur that I need.
Let our friends
go to Rome
I just want to
stay home.
Your love makes me happy indeed.
Grand Canyon's a hole in the ground;
The ocean's a lake, big around.
The mountains
are high, the Mississippi rolls by,
Mount Rushmore's faces in the sky.
Here with you, to share your love at home
Is splendor that ensures I'll never roam.
My couch with
you's the place to be;
We'll write our
own great symphony,
Stretched out
here, the two of us alone.
Pyramids are hot and dusty, Everglades are damp and musty,
The Caribbean just doesn't float my boat.
I have no love for sailin',
Opera’s like cats awailin',
Skydiving simply gets my
goat.
Let's spoon and snuggle, we'll cuddle and kiss;
Old TV movies will be our bliss.
While our
friends all sail the sea
The place that I'll be
Is right here, loving you.
1 comment:
A beautiful love poem indeed! :)
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