He's a keeper...
He comes down the stairs carrying a vase full of beautiful, luscious pink roses. As he walks to where I'm sitting, his tender brown eyes glow with the excitement of what he's done. After setting them on the table, he wraps his arms around me and whispers in my ear "Happy Tuesday, love..."
He's mine and I'm going to keep him...
Beastie Boy's not really enjoying the aroma - he wants to munch!
3 Comments:
Definetely a keeper.
awwwwwww =)
Thanks ladies!
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