Love wears a blue celestial varsity jacket on a rainy date night,
and decides to stay up late with me every time before exams so I wouldn't panic.
Love makes me laugh with lame Chuck Norris jokes,
and shows up everytime I need someone to paint my world crazy.
Love go bonkers about how his hair looks when the wind blows or when the weather's too dry,
but never really cares if I'm in my PJ's, still finds me beautiful.
Love believes he's tall when he's just 5ft 7inches,
and also believes I find him attractive when really I don't.
Love tells me he leaves a lot and is a badass at breakin' hearts,
when I know for certain a gypsy soul is one thing he's not.
Love decides he's here to stay this time with his dorky Bengali accent,
and I intend on keeping him, for as long as he'll let me.