Ali (a poem about my girlfriend)

Because of her I can rely,

On a laugh or a cry with the turn of a die,

That the music will play in an elegant way,

Yet the sound of her voice may be stronger.

Every night, a warm bed awaits,

But I know, that a stealth mission it takes,

And should I fail to make no mistakes,

Then a powerful ice witch it shall awake.

Double double toil and trouble,

Olive oil and Blackmilk bubble,

Joy of squeal, all things teal,

Back snugs rugged up like comfy slugs,

Songs of Disney, clothes of floor,

Stingrays, sharks and dogs galore,

Dovetail toes, one cold nose.

These and more, I do adore.

Now either way, come the day,

She'll tell nine tales of a lucid dream,

And so I know, that as a team,

Our life shall never seem boring.

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