I could get used to you

I could talk with you,

My voice, your ears.

I could write you a story,

My words, your wisdom.

I could dance with you,

My grace, your strength.

I could sing you a song,

My lyrics, your tune.

I could shop with you,

My choice, your wealth.

I could wait for you,

My irritation, your patience.

I could fight with you,

My attack, your defence.

I could paint you a picture,

My colours, your vision.

I could laugh with you,

My jokes, your dimples.

I could get used to you,

And it's not a nice thing.