You are divine!

There was no way I could miss
The smile in your eyes when we kissed
I think you’re divine
And we are getting on fine
But don’t wipe your nose on my dress.

You love my singular 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 sweat and grime.

I like 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 elope with that new piano tutor?