I call her glasses,
framing her lovely face,
With vivid eyes,
they highlight every grace.
She sees the best in me,
a precious find,
When self-doubt clouds,
she's always there,
so kind.I clean her glasses,
as she cleans my flaws,
On lazy Sundays,
as the day withdraws.
We dance to songs our forebears would command,
Their toils for masters,
an enduring band.
She tames my wildest dreams,
a sense of pride,
In patience art,
I'm lacking, can't deny.
Speeding through veins,
emotions run so high,
In her,
I find the calm when worlds collide.
But "four eyes" is a name she can't embrace,
Yet humor's gift,
she throws it back in place.
She loves me as I am,
like Slim Shady's style,
With Johnny Bravo charm,
she makes me smile.
On the low,
she gets feisty in her prime,
With genjutsu's look,
we share our time.
I like them clear and vivid,
like her glasses,
In busy classes, still,
her love surpasses.
Her lines,
picked up flawlessly,
in our bond,
Royalty in frames,
we correspond.
"Your Majesty,"
in her frames so fine,
Fits her face,
like her presence fits in mine.
In conflicts,
she's a lawyer,
strong and bright,
Her demeanor refined,
in clear light.
Her eyes light up when I call her glasses,
The nerd vibe,
it's the bond that surpasses.
Reading my cues,
her glasses fixed,
Comic con days,
in escapades we'd flaunt.