Love letter from phone to refrigerator...
They said you were too cold,
too uncertain, one minute open and one minute closed.
They said your feelings are too shaky,
sometimes you are full, and other times, you are empty.
They said our lifestyles are too different,
you're too big, too bulky,
never suited for my delicate figure,
not as sociable and not as mobile.
But I am used to being held,
and you are used to holding.
And while you're cold,
I can be warm.
My imperfections flatter yours,
as your imperfections flatter mine.
I'm willing to settle down,
willing to stop moving from pocket to pocket.
Willing to stay with you, and willing to give up
all other voices for one voice, and one voice only.
Yours.