Music can make your heart smile.

Tap feet or dance for a while.

Nod your head for no reason at all.

Simply put, in love, you fall.

Like my soul when I hear your voice.

My heart smiles. I don’t have a choice.

Not too fast or slow, not too high or low.

An indescribable speed at a perfect tone.

Yes, your face is cute and lovable,

It’s absolutely crushable,

But your voice, though, is what triggers

The chilling welcomed shivers.

Whatever you utter, my heart is aflutter.

I laugh at your joke, and you just crack another.

I know that I’m rather obsessive,

But your geek smarts are simply impressive,

At each morning’s glare, we have an affair

You aren’t quite aware, but I don’t care.

I find you on the hour,

Then, your presence overpowers.

You have children and a wife so dear.

But none of that stuff matters here.

There is one thing I want. I’ll be clear.

It’s that voice that I’m longing to hear.

Tell me of when the sun rises and sets.

Tell me, in summer, how hot it will get.

That water will freeze at thirty-two degrees.

And all of the leaves will fall off the trees.

Tell me of cities like Kalamazoo.

Of storming and raining and thundering too.

Of tropical islands and faraway lands,

Of quaint little towns and beaches of sand.

In the morn, I awake, glance over and sip.

I turn you on when the channel I flip.

Mr. Weatherman, now, you don’t have a choice.

Make love to my ears with your beautiful voice.

The tiny lamp doesn't know that

there is darkness under it only.

The sprig doesn't know that

it has blackness at it's back only.

The woman understanding the

boy’s mood asked in a tricky way,

“Will you cook after marriage?

Is it acceptable to you? Afterwards

you should not go back on your words”

The man mad in love said,

"I'll cook daily and will feed you.

I’ll do the impossible for your sake.

I’ll bring platinum from mars.

I’ll get you diamonds in the sky "

Love doesn’t know that sexiness

is very much there with it only.

After marriage, he rejected to cook.

Elliot yawned as he walked into the kitchen, one hand holding his glances up while his other hand rubbed at his eyes, trying to fend away the sleep. He didn't really know what time it was, but all he knew was that Matt had gotten up a short while ago. He'd woken up at his desk again, the laptop still open and papers were strewn around everywhere. If he were to guess what time he fell asleep at, it would've been around 4 and 5 Am, and it was currently 8 Am.

"I feel like I got hit by a train" He grumbled, cracking his neck and back as he made his way towards the coffee machine.

"You look like you got hit by a train" Matt piped up, glancing over at his boyfriend as he took two pieces of bread outside of the toaster.

"Wow, you really do know how to flatter a man" Elliot commented sarcastically, taking one of his many mugs outside of the cupboard. He didn't even have to look over at Matt to see his shit-eating grin.

"Just one of my many talents," His boyfriend said, "Anyways, I made you some toast, what do you want on it?"

"The tears of the innocent"

"How about some Blueberry Jam?"

"Close enough" Elliot amended, making Matt chuckle as he reached into their fridge. While Matt made his toast, Elliot started the coffee machine and shoved his mug under it. The two of them stayed in comfortable silence until the coffee machine finally finished the coffee. Elliot picked it up by the handle and poured some coffee into his mug. He picked up his mug and took a sip, sighing happily as Matt made an offended noise.

"What the fuck- I'll never get used to you drinking black coffee" He stated, glaring at his boyfriends mug in disgust. In response to this, Elliot side-eyed him, making eye contact as he took another sip.

"It fuels my soul" He stated once he pulled the mug away from his lips. Matt rolled his eyes, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"We both know you like it better with sugar! So why do you do this?!"

"To spite you-" Elliot deadpanned, but there was a small smirk at the corner of his lips.

"Oh my fucking god"