You don't know how long I've been waiting for
Two years, three months, four days, since I showed the door
No regrets; no one else has come close before
With you, I can't tell the ceiling from the floor
Every day together, but I still want more

Didn't know we'd be on the edge of a knife
But you've got the kind of face that ends all strife
You know you infect me with your thirst for life
Need every dose of you, your presence rife
Say, what will it take for you to be my wife?

A/N: Oh man, what do you guys think? Because who would've thought I would/could incorporate the word 'infect' into something romantic? Not me, lol.