Friday, October 31, 2008

You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

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I'm a gay, liberal Buddhist. I love Scotch. I am an amazing cook. I wear plaid.