I was handed a questionnaire
And asked to fill it out the best I could
With #2 pencil in hand
I saw the questions were on love
I've never once questioned my love for you
I've studied hard, I've studied well
That's why the first box I marked off as true
When asked if I'd give you all of myself
It asked things like would it be alright
If I held you tight the rest of your life
I marked that box all of the above
Cause isn't that what you do for love
It then asked if love was meant to last
It talked of the future in view of the past
That question was adorned in essay form
I filled up one page but could have filled two more
I started off by writing
True love only looks straight ahead
The past is past, no need looking back
And should be buried along with the dead
Which means if you dig it up enough
The only thing it does is stink
And the buried past really has
No place in loves company
Once I got through the questionnaire
I felt good about the fact
I had honestly answered all the questions there
As I handed my #2 pencil back
From the multiple choice to the true and false
Along with the final essay
I folded it up, brought it home to you my love
For the final grade
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
I was handed a questionnaire
And asked to fill it out the best I could
With #2 pencil in hand
I saw the questions were on love
I've never once questioned my love for you
I've studied hard, I've studied well
That's why the first box I marked off as true
When asked if I'd give you all of myself
It asked things like would it be alright
If I held you tight the rest of your life
I marked that box all of the above
Cause isn't that what you do for love
It then asked if love was meant to last
It talked of the future in view of the past
That question was adorned in essay form
I filled up one page but could have filled two more
I started off by writing
True love only looks straight ahead
The past is past, no need looking back
And should be buried along with the dead
Which means if you dig it up enough
The only thing it does is stink
And the buried past really has
No place in loves company
Once I got through the questionnaire
I felt good about the fact
I had honestly answered all the questions there
As I handed my #2 pencil back
From the multiple choice to the true and false
Along with the final essay
I folded it up, brought it home to you my love
For the final grade
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