You ask me to stay, to be yours for as long as we can.
You ask me to be yours, just to end the battle and finally fall into each other's arms.
You ask me to call you beautiful, and I call you smart, funny, handsome, and beautiful.
You ask me to stay with you longer, and to make the decision about where the night will take us.
You ask me to stay, and I will. Maybe it's because I love you too, or maybe because you're electric and I'm water and I just want to feel the shock that you have to offer me.
I want to stay through the boring and the perfunctory because it's only natural to sink inside yourself sometimes, having nothing to offer the other person.
You ask me to stay and I am determined to keep you as long as I can. I have a thousand reasons to, but in the end it's just because you're you and I like that a whole lot.