Romantic
Romantic.... is getting a phone call
In the middle of the day,
When I know he's press for time
But calls me any way.
Romantic.... is a brush against me
In the local super mart,
He doesn't have to say a word
As I fill my grocery cart.
Romantic.... is his look of pride
As I'm walking at his side.
Romantic...is the man in my life..
Who married me
Who calls me.....
His wife.
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