sometimes, when i should be thinking of other things...
i'm thinking of you instead.
of only you.
of dreams, and hopes, and wishes and whispers of you.
Oh, there are other things to be done in daily life.
dishes, homework, reading to be done, meals to be made.
But they're all wrapped in thoughts of you anyway.
I know i'm silly, and that's okay.
Because i know everyone wishes they were as silly as me.
Sitting in a restaurant, you next to me whispering so the people next to us wouldn't hear...
maybe it was then.
walking into the house, right outside the front door, stealing kisses so no one else could see...
maybe it was then.
somewhere in between
all those Brazilian museum rocks
and waking up to your voice on the phone.
somewhere in there, i think i tripped and started falling
stopped caring that you called me silly nicknames and started loving it
ooh..... you make me crazy.
i couldn't care less what happens later.
i want now, i want it all, i wanna love it and hold it
and keep it inside me forever. and always too :)

"oh, say, wouldn't you like..."