An Ode to Love
Oh, love — you sneak in via the fridge,
Claiming one sock, then whisper “bridge”.
You steal the remote and hog the chair,
Yet still grin when I split the fare.
You laugh at my puns, roll at my sighs,
While sneaking chocolate with sweet, wide eyes.
You argue that the dog is yours (again!),
And call the blender “our life-domain”.
Still, when you faint at rom-com’s last scene,
I hand you tissues — love’s behind the green.
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