Arranged Marriage To My Boss
I think I might cry with tears of joy.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart
"Lovely..." He sang. "Never ever change..."
"I won't," I answered. He crinkled his nose to me.
"Merry Christmas, love," he said.
"The best Christmast for me..."
Zach hugged me tightly "It's a tie, love," he answered, I laughed.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it?