In the mess of socks and tangled sheets,
We find a rhythm only laughter beats.
Your quirks, my jokes, a dance we know,
A humorous tale as love’s seeds grow.

You snore, I talk in sleep, a nightly play,
Yet every morning, we find a way.
To laugh at the chaos, the little things,
In our circus of love, where joy sings.

Burnt toast and mismatched shoes,
In our world, we never lose.
For every blunder, a story to share,
In humor’s embrace, our hearts lay bare.

So here’s to us, in laughter we trust,
A love story that’s never a must.
With every chuckle, our bond renews,
In this comedy of ours, we choose.