Love Poem...

Yes, he is my honeybunny.
If I asked, he'd give me money.

I am his Kalolabear.
Doesn't matter what I wear. (Or even if I do my hair.)

He makes me smile when he is silly,
-gives me his coat if I get chilly.

He laughs at my jokes even though they're corny
He turns me on, he makes me horny.

His ways sometimes leave me confused,
But I know my love he won't abuse.

He holds me and I feel complete
I bless the day that we did meet.

Yes, he is mine and I am his.
That is all. (That's how is it.)