Your favourite colour is green, like grass.
You eat a lot of pasta, I'm amazed your not Italian.
You sleep and work the craziest hours, to try and match mine.
You have but to say '****** idiot', and I know I wouldn't stay mad.
You would fight for me, even though I hate violence.
You will one day fly 9569 miles to see me.
You don't ask for anything, but I would give you everything.

Neither of us understand how we are this attached to each other.
And it terrifies us, scares me, and thrills you all at once.