Love Is Blind

I met her on a Monday at a place where drunkards meet, my heart pounding loudly, my toes tapping with the beat. On Tuesday we met for coffee at a place I always go, I couldn't take my eyes of her, well her cleavage was quite low. On Wednesday I met her family, the spitting image of her dad, they both have a mustache, and hairy bottoms I might add. On Thursday we went shopping, I took her to the mall, at least until I lost her, as she's only one foot tall. I found her on the Friday, wandering the street, she couldn't make it home last night, she hasn't any feet. Saturday we spoke of having a child, and I asked her if we can, she said that might be a problem, as she used to be a man. It's Sunday and a week has past, she was sent from up above, I don't care what other people think, she's mine and I'm in love.