And what great words they are...............
FIFTY PERCENT from "Ballroom"
I don't iron his shirts, I don't sew on his buttons
I don't know all the jokes he tells, or the songs he hums
Though I may hold him, all through the night
He may not be here when the morning comes.
I don't pick out his ties, or expect his tomorrows
But I feel when he's in my arms, he's where he wants to be
We have no memories, bittersweet with time
And I doubt if he'll spend New Year's Eve with me
I don't share his name, I don't wear his ring
There's no piece of paper saying that he's mine
But he say he loves me, and I believe it's true
Doesn't that make someone belong to you?
So I don't share his name, so I don't wear his ring
So there's no piece of paper saying that he's mine
So we don't have the memories, I have enough memories
I've washed enough mornings, I've dried enough evenings
I've had enough birthdays to know what I want
Life is anyone's guess, it's a constant surprise
You don't plan to fall in love, but when you fall, you fall
I'd rather have fifty percent of him, or any percent of him
Than all of anybody else at all
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Who hasn't had these thoughts?
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."
-- Author Unknown
