“You must be tired,” he winks, all bold,
“Been running through my mind, truth be told.”

I blink, I groan, “Please not again.”
He nods, “Babe, these lines? Solid ten outta ten.”

He goes and pulls me near,
Whispers, “You’re my favorite human, dear.”

And though I sigh and roll my eyes,
He wins again, no real surprise.