There was no way I could miss,
The smile in your eyes when we kissed.
I think you’re divine
And we’re getting on fine.
But please don’t wipe your nose on my dress!
You love my shining blue eyes ,
And the strange way my poetry rhymes .
I do like your smell,
Though I still cannot tell,
If it’s cologne or just dirt,sweat and grime.
I love your weird sense of humour
And the way your love spreads like a rumour.
Shall we get wed,
And then go to bed?
Or shall I run away with the new French piano tuner?
How my heart sings 