You and me belong in our hearts
like oil to gasoline (colors swirling, wildly like fuel-efficient beasts!)
I love you and your super-smarts, your stops and starts, and bach'lor a' arts
and when you laugh, now pity me a fool, you
tickle my diaphragm til my heart, so beating,
belches with laughter, too

These eyes you have, they must have been born from the sky-mother
because the stars are staring down with jealousy, I say,
and moments like these make me just pleased I'm not your brother
for if it were, I couldn't let press my lips onto yours
without friends, foes, and the neighbors
pointing,
laughing,
weeping

Your lips are sweet like lollipops in July
        Though I could suckle your lips til August
For happiness is what happiness will be
and such things was made for you and for me

I need you now with everything I was, I am and will be
I am a frumpy sweater and you are my button and-
I need you like a fish needs water, so wet,
and a flower needs the sun's sweet sunlight
and a ten-year-old needs a pop-tart

but you, sugah, are far sweeter than pop-tartz
In fact, if sweetness were measured like a seamless and succulent spectrum
spanned the length of the Caspian Sea,
you'd be one Caspian Sea away from breakfast

Oh gods give me strength to beg marriage upon thee (so very pretty)
If it were not I, than whom? If not in my hand be your hand, where shallt it be?
O how these questions haunt and taunt and torment me!
So now I declare to thee this humble decree of my und(en)ying love that which lingers
in my loins, lives
in my liver, manifests
in my musculars, collects
in my colon, and festers
in my fingers to my toes--- of this being of you and me (of us), which flashes
Love, Love, Love!

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm mad
Maybe I'm frightened or maybe just glad
What am I doing, How shall I proceed
to ask for your hand and permission to breed

So you'll be my queen, I'll be your king
With my mulah I'd buy you anything
so take me your hand and take me this ring
til the days of forever will happiness bring
To my happy heart I don't mind if you cling
Cuz I am your Yang and ye art mine Ying

Sing then of love, Bells- such a beautimous thing
Sing falala-dada ring-dingle-ling dong