One
I've never believed in The One,
But you're the one I come home to every night.
And yes, moving in together after six months
In what some may describe as a
Whirlwind romance
Was rash and impulsive
But it made sound economic sense
And seven years later
I think we're alright.
I'm not the worlds most romantic person,
Well, I am in my own funny way,
Don't be fooled by the fact that I cry at
Romantic comedies
Animal charity adverts
Wildlife programs
And TV talent contests.
If you got down on one knee I'd probably laugh
And send you away.
I'm not the same person you fell in love with,
But you still seem to like to be around the newer version of me.
You never grumbled
When I rashly quit my job
To start a business.
And when I spent my first sales income
On shoes
You said I looked like Victoria Beckham
And then you paid for the groceries.
You never get embarrassed when I set off
On one of my rants about religion or the influence of the press.
And I love the fact that
Despite the rise of my business
My ready wit (ahem)
And my continual ambitions,
It's my 342 note streak on
Guitar Hero
With which you seem most impressed.
You never get offended when I set up Facebook groups
Saying you look a bit like Danyl from the X Factor or Greg Rusedski,
And even though I know
I'm neither fat nor ugly,
On days when I feel more
Roly Poly than Angelina Jolie
And I have messy hair and a spot on my nose,
You sweetly lie
And say you only have eyes for me.
And despite all the times we squabble and I blame it on football,
You're basically my favourite person I've met in my life to date.
And that's not to detract from the fact
That annoyingly I seem to really love you,
And love our life together,
And our dog,
And your sticky-out ears and receding hair,
If it wasn't for the fact I don't believe in them,
I'd call you my soul mate.
I don't believe in The One
But you're the one I come home to every night.