Keeper

I drink my morning latte you're drinking chocolate milk I'm eating a french pastry you're eating, I don't know what I'm reading the New York Times you're reading a comic book I clear the morning table while you stretch and yawn let's go back to bed you say with one of those looks I read you loud and clear and follow you from the room it's this part of our love where everything is right you're a keeper baby and I am here for good