I love you more than socks love shoes, More than pigeons love city views. You’re the peanut butter to my jam, The unexpected “baaa” in a traffic jam. You’re the Wi-Fi signal that never drops, The sprinkles on my donut shops. You’re the kazoo in a marching band, The extra fries I didn’t plan. If love were soup, you’d be the spoon, If love were night, you’d be the moon. If love were socks, you’d be the pair— Always mismatched, but I don’t care. So let’s dance like llamas in a park, Or chase glowworms after dark. Life’s a circus, wild and free, And you’re the clown who laughs with me.