she is so cute and funny and resolute
I like her wrinkles her pooch
her smile her frown her absolute

Her mean look trying
to change my bad self
her scolding me

of how my hair is so wild
and I might have glanced
at that cute girl's ***

or how she likes green things
me, a bit more preference
towards

powdery substances
but then she
does seem to support

me mentally when
all the clouds blacken
the

worst **** falls down around me
how
I ask you

could she not be a saint?
How might I not love her
more

with every ******* day?