things we can do, like dinner for two
Or a walk through the great
They're romantic, all right, but they're
not like the sight
Of my slippers next to yours.
We can mingle our lips, pausing
only for sips
Of a rare, exquisite wine.
Though it means a great deal,
there's a special appeal
In your slippers next to mine.
We could murmur of our eternal love,
And then pledge it with a kiss.
But it wouldn't be the same to me
If not for this domestic bliss.
Oh, I understand there are foreign
We should see when we are able.
But my favorite view is seeing you
Across the breakfast table.
We can put the top down and go
On a dreamy moonlit ride.
What I look for each night when we
turn out the light
Is our slippers side by side.