As long as time
Continues to pass
There will be one thing
You constantly amass

That is my love
And the space in my heart
No matter where we go
Together or apart

I'm stuck on you
Like a magnet to a fridge
If we were separated by thousands of miles
I'd learn to build a bridge

You are my drug
My sweet poison, my love
I'd never wish to leave you
Though push comes to shove

You're my good luck charm
My perfect four leaf clover
That's why I'll listen to the great Miss Ross
And remain in this love hangover

Originally posted to Helium, now Beyond Prose