Yet every day, I find you here.
The love of my life,
Maybe my future wife.
But before I make this lass my bride,
I’ll write this geeky diatribe.
I don’t need the Dragon Balls or the sacred Shikon Jewel.
You’ve already made my wish come true and made me a blissful fool.
I would turn down Aphrodite,
I would break the Jedi Code,
Give up my Batmobile
And an Asgardian abode.
In brightest day, I see you
And in darkest night I’ll try
To show you that I love you
Every day until I die.
You’re the one who makes me smile when the world is going mad.
You’re the one who helps me think that maybe it’s not all that bad.
I must have drunk Felix Felisis the day that I met you;
The girl that made my stone heart beat and turned my grey skies blue.
I would sell my soul to save you,
Take a stake right through my heart;
And if you think that’ll be the end of it… nope. That’s just the start.
I know this poem blows and forgive me if it drags,
But I wrote it with you in my mind;
Something that rhymes with drags.
I’m not a poet, I’ll admit.
I’m more a Quidditch man.
But since I wrote this thing for you,
I’ll do the best I can.
No love potion would ever change the way I love you so,
Hank Pym can’t shrink my love for you, as every day it grows.
I know I’m crazy, kinda’ lame, but you should understand…
My brain turns off when you reach out and let me hold your hand.
Cowabunga, allons-y and something about the One Ring.
If you’re my queen, like the man said,
It’s good to be the king.
