If I had it my way, I would kiss your lips every morning.
If I had it my way, we'd worship each other's bodies every night.
If I had it my way, you would never doubt my love and I would never doubt yours.

If I had it my way, we'd be apart only long enough to miss each other.
Then we'd run into each other's arms upon meeting again.

If I had it my way, the world would know how much I love you.
I would declare it with every word and every breath from my lips.

If I had it my way, we'd spend at least one day a week
Lying in a naked embrace, kissing and fondling
All day.
Only getting out of bed long enough for necessities,
Then entwining ourselves in love once again.

If I had it my way, the words that flowed from me
Would always be poetry.
That way you could always see
All the beautiful things you mean to me.

But I cannot have it my way.
And my words are fumbled and floundered at best.
And sometimes I doubt your love,
And we never stay in bed all day.

And I could never tell them how much I love you.
Our love is too different.
Our love is too strange.

But still...
With every word, and every breath that leaves my lips...
They always say...
I love you.
You are magical.
You...
You are everything.