How can I consider anyone else?
There's nobody with whom I'd rather set up house.
You set my synapses ablaze,
with cunning words in lofty phrase
My heart skips like double dutch,
tightly held in your warm clutch
Snuggled in deep, closing the distance,
heart to hearts on the phone for instance
Though we've made no promises,
guilty I feel in the arms of any other Thomases.
