Met you, and it clicked, why love's painted in pink,
Every blink, makes me think, on the brink, we sync.
Why's love rosy? Now I know, no need to decode,
With you, hit the road, in love mode, our episode.
From the first sight, you lit my world, bright light,
Night to daylight, you're my insight, love’s flight.
In your glow, I grow, love’s show, it's aglow,
In this love's flow, we row, to and fro, love's bow.
Pink love, above, sent from heavens, like a dove,
It’s you I’m dreaming of, in this glove of love.
Catchy, patchy, but so matchy, it’s our love’s graffiti,
Pink love, our city, so pretty, no pity, infinity.
In this spectrum, you're my museum, love's anthem,
Rhymes in tandem, love’s prism, our rhythm.
Every moment's a gem, in this love realm,
You helm, overwhelm, love’s realm, in your realm.
Through the pink lens, it all makes sense, no pretense,
Intense, love’s incense, we commence, no defense.
With you, every hue, is a clue, to pursue,
In love’s venue, we continue, always true, me and you.
Pink love, we dove, flying high, far above,
This feeling, snug as a glove, crafted in love.
Addictive, predictive, so descriptive, our narrative,
Pink love, so massive, impassive, our collective.
Pink love, so massive, impassive, our collective.
Pink love, so massive, impassive, our collective.
Pink love, the shove, that we need, to rise above,
This love, we glove, in the dove, we’re proud of.
Irresistible, unmistakable, so incredible, our fable,
Pink love, so stable, able, on the table, it’s no label.