So I'm going to try and live like Horace, as well as many others said And "seize the day"
He's a poet and I'm a poet Living and breathing as one When we're together and when we're apart Missing each other like the moon and the sun
But our words keep us going Without seeing each other's faces I long to be with him more than anyone else To travel all different places
My love, he's genuine, and kind, and sweet Brings me flowers on days I oversleep Promises my heart a place to keep And meets me at the end of the road in bare feet With nothing but a smile, And a warm White sheet