The 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 air
Or falling far into dispair
It's indescribable
And 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.
Here'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