Bug Eyes

"Bug Eyes" is what she calls me.
Every time she says it, my heart
Ascends through my throat and
Up into my brain; the way she smiles
Turns my stomach to bubbles, my knees to
Yoghurt - I know I'm strong, but how weak she makes me.

That laugh... how it sounds like a symphony.
How indeed - you call it obnoxious,
Yet you are wrong, not even Mozart or Beethoven compares.

Never have I met a woman like her.
An angel, a goddess, a gold-plated
Muse that inspires art that would draw even the
Envy of Rembrant; Rubens; Michelangelo.

I must have a lucky charm or a
Shooting star - how else could I have nabbed her?

Knees turn to jelly when I kiss her,
Eyes turn to hearts (no matter how much they bug),
Luck isn't what led me to her, what
Led me to her is much rarer than that.
You are a wish upon a star; quite the miracle.