Your love
warms my heart
when it feels
torn apart

I can't wait to see you
but you can't wait to see me too

You lay your head in my lap
and look up at me
you kiss me and I go

          Yuck!

because you haven't brushed your teeth
still you have no forefingers
so your forgiven
just to love others you are driven

Except maybe the mailman
for him you disdain
I think in a different world
he caused your species pain

Oh, little jack Russell
some say you need a muzzle
I love your little rough and tumble

my best friend
my jack Russell
Caper

     the baper!

My favorite part about me was you

Shut up!
I do not feel anything nasty, seeing you laugh!
Awful?
Are you kidding me?
No.
Never.
Not even a single time.
Not even for the moment,you blink your beautiful eyes!
I love seeing you laugh.
Obviously it is my favorite.
I always love your  smiling face.
It comes in front of my eyes,whenever I am happy.
And when I am sad?
Yes my dear!
Yes!
That smiling face of yours heals me the best that time.
I always love you.
I love you and your laughter.
That smile on your face is priceless to me.
It is that precious gem ,
that I would love to preserve ,
For the rest of my life!
It is probably the best thing I see in my day and it simply makes my day.
And it makes me whole!
It makes me whole.

Old and stained,
ragged and worn,
with holes and even
unraveled and torn.
Love is like your favorite sweater,
well used and seen all kinds of weather.
After a few years
and several loose threads,
there may be holes that need mending.
Don't get too worried my dear,
as long as the time that you're spending
is carefully piecing the threads back together.
Love is like your favorite sweater.

Please remind me
that I am more than
a speck of dust
on your book shelf.
Please remind me
that I am one of those
hundreds of books
that line your shelf.
And please tell me
that I happen to
be your favorite.
-o.b.

I can almost imagine how red you get
At some of the things I've said.
The way you fumble for words and
Get flustered, it's adorable, my favorite.

It's the tiny explosions of tingles
That erupt in my spine, legs, and chest
The words you say-- I can't respond--
They're cloying, saccharine, my favorite.

We'd both argue we're better, more apt than.
(You win, this time, whatever, I guess)
Got to have this competition, got to have the race
It's revitalizing, livening, my favorite.

I'd ignore a comedy to hear your laugh
It's contagious, it always brings me with.
I'm a buffoon for a single chuckle
It's addictive, amazing, my favorite.

And it could be silence that wraps around me
And it could be that razor sharp, sassy wit.
It could be questions and answers and information
But it's you foremost, so lovely, my favorite.

I was asked about
my favorite love song;
I talked about your voice,
your laugh, and the other
sounds that you make.

I was asked about
my favorite scent;
I talked about our bed
and how the stain on our sheets
brings the smell of our love.

I was asked about
my favorite book;
I talked about our story
and how it is beautifully
inked on sheets of cream paper.

I was asked about
my favorite color;
I talked about the golden threads
of thousand sunsets as the sun never
stopped setting in your eyes.

I was asked about
my favorite place;
I talked about the warmth
of your arms and the beating
of your heart while we're miles
away from dreaming.

I was asked about
my favorite view;
I talked about your smile
and the silly faces that you make
that always make my day.

I was asked about
my favorite among them all;
I talked about you being my drug
and the flaws and the handsome side
of you, how perfect you are to me,
and how you are my favorite.

I had a dream about you last night
I woke up crying because I knew it wasn't true.

I was with you and you laid down next to me,
And I felt an overwhelming calmness

I knew it couldn't be true
You will never love me as much as I love you.

I had a dream about you last night
I woke up even more in love with you than before.