LoveThe best thing in the world,For every boy and girl.It makes you feel giddy;It makes you feel pity.This thing is able to make you free,Pushing the point of insanity.Rising to clouds in the airOr falling far into dispairIt's indescribableAnd irresistable.It can make you fly;It can make you die.What is this thing you ask?What's capable of such tasks?As beautiful as a dove.Yet ugly, it is love.
A ToastHere's to what we used to have and guarding doors at the lav.Here's to dinner after midnight and to how we would rarely fight.Here's to the games we used to play and to the sorrows we drank away.Here's to all the smoking we would do and to how we used to stick like glue.Here's to all the movies watched and to all the plans we botched.Here's to secrets that we shared and to how no one else cared.Here's to the hours of watching cable TV and to the talk of our non-virginity.Here's to all our inside jokes and to all the playful pokes.Here's to merely two hours of sleep right before the working week.Her
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