Star Struck

Is it fair Boo that I can't stop thinking of you
I can't help but seeing you in everything that I do
While spritzing my only flower, I can see you gardening
Down on you knees struggling with soil continually hardening

I picture you there looking at that soil trying to make the two of us grow
Watching as we took root, haha me as a sprout loving you so
The rescuing ways that you can't help but display
Yeah I'm acting like a weed but I listen to everything that you say

You prefer that I run ladybugs and sprouts that you like
But I prefer a caterpillar's love and running with mites
Watching as you move around the kitchen either baking or cooking
Bent over cleaning the oven and you know that I'm looking

Shelves continuously rearranged is driving me insane
The sugar spilled on to the floor but no ones to blame
Although I'm of little use in the kitchen I love the heat being generated
I'm watching every reach, every bend, and you're lying that you hate it

Haha desert flowers grown hard to maturity
Nothing that we can think of will account for our love's beauty
You think that it's because I'm allowed to watch as you clean the tub while nude
You just don't realize that you could be dress in any style and I'ld feel the mood

We're two stars that should had never crossed paths
Standing opposite sides of an unmade bed each taking half
Spreading the covers out neatly across an ever expanding sky
And then chasing each other around under them before slipping between your thighs