He’s a great GOURMET
But treats me like a DOORMAT

Sits endlessly on the COMPUTER
He’s life’s bindas TUTOR

His jokes can make everyone LAUGH
But I usually end up with a COUGH

Each time I ask for MONEY
He says, ‘Sorry I have none HONEY’

Ask him for some GOLD
He says I am TOO OLD

Valentine’s Day, birthdays there are NO GIFTS
Suddenly, he’s become a great THRIFT

Ask him for his precious CAR
His thoughts are techni-colour BIZARRE

When I beg him for his TIME
He’s as SOUR as a LIME

His temper is like a VOLCANO
But he thinks it’s as sweet as a PIANO

There is NOT a single NIGHT
We don’t end up with a FIGHT

We call ourselves SOULMATE
That is our FATE

I would still love to be his WIFE
How come MEN don’t have a SHELF LIFE?
He's GREEN, EVER GREEN.
LOVE IS BLIND AND SO AM I
I STILL LOVE HIM AND WANT TO BE WITH HIM.