I suppose on a mundane Thursday, you'll shout from below my window and tell me to come down and play with the puppies. I'll skip over stairs and wear my prettiest cardigan, all because you said yellow and purple are my colors, and that my hair flows like caramel in a furnace, you make me blush too easily, but then again,
you've saved me every time you've kissed me.
And I suppose on a rainy, run-for-cover kind of day, you'll push me out of the shed and twirl my toes in the serene setting. I won't resist and dance my heart out even though this would look like a cliche scene straight out of an over-exaggerated sappy love story portrayed by two overpaid actors on a Bollywood screen.
But you save me every time you kiss me,
and my soul's been craving for you a lot more than just twice a day. 'Feelings time' has been from 5 am to 5 am the next day,
twenty-four hours NEVER feels enough to adore you.
And one day you'll buy me a purple tulip, wrap it around my finger, nibble my earlobe, and whisper,
"purple's your color any day"
You save me every time you speak.
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