In the garden of giggles, where our hearts do play,
Love dances on tiptoes in a most peculiar way.
With whispers of nonsense, we craft our own tune,
Beneath the silly sun and a chuckling moon.

Oh, how we jest in the language of fools,
With puns and pranks as our romantic tools.
A wink and a nudge, a playful embrace,
In this circus of charm, we find our place.

Laughter tumbles like waves on a sandy shore,
Each smile a treasure, worth more and more.
Our love, a comedy, beautifully absurd,
In this funny universe, where joy is the word.

So let us dance in this carnival of delight,
Beneath the stars that twinkle in the night.
For in this whimsical world we’ve found,
Love’s silly serenade is where we’re bound.