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I
love the way my hat rests at an angle
On
your silly head
I
love the way your t-shirt hangs
From
the lamp just by my bed
I
love they way u grind your teeth
Deep
in your deep sleep
I
love the way that you pick me up
When
I want to sit and weep
I
love the way that u look away
When
I want to pick my nose
I
love the way when u bend over
The
top of your fat ass shows
I
love way that your legs feel
When
not shaved for a week
I
love the way you have a mouthful of food
And
still you try to speak
I
love the way that you dress for a shower
With
your flip flops and your robe
I
love the way you turn and squeal
When
I breathe on your earlobe
I
love the way that you use your eyelashes
And
sweep them across my face
I
love the way that your mouth feels
And
I so love its tulsi taste
I
love the way you take hours for makeup
And
end up looking like a raccoon
I
love the way we used to go out
And
sit and howl back at the moon
I
love the way that I love you
In
these poems that I write
I love
the way that the things that I say
Always
land us in a fight.