My love has got no money, he’s got his charm,
A carbuncle on his nose, no cause for alarm.
He’s ugly but funny, with a wit so bright,
His jokes and his laughter lights up the night.
His clothes are quite shabby, his pockets are bare,
But he struts with a swagger that’s beyond compare.
His smile is crooked, his teeth are askew,
Yet there’s something magnetic in everything he’ll do.
The townfolk adore him, they enjoy a chat when he’s near,
His presence brings joy, dispelling all fear.
He dances in the square with the grace of a clown,
Turning frowns into giggles, and tears upside down.
He may lack a fortune, a mansion, a car,
But with him by my side, I feel like a star.
For love isn’t gold, or jewels, or a yacht,
It’s the warmth of his hand, and the love that we’ve got.
So here’s to my darling, with his nose all askew,
To his heart full of laughter, to a love that is true.
For in his funny face, and his bumbling ways,
I find my forever, my nights and my days.
Verbal Alchemy 