In the garden of giggles, where our hearts do play, Love dances on tiptoes in a most peculiar way. With…
In the mess of socks and tangled sheets, We find a rhythm only laughter beats. Your quirks, my jokes, a…
In the dance of love, we trip and fall, With clumsy steps, we giggle through it all. Your jokes, like…
In the garden of hearts, where humor blooms, We dance on laughter, dispelling all glooms. Your jokes are the sunshine,…