I love the way your eyes gleam
   with the joke you're about to tell me...
The way those two brown coins shift away when
   you try to yank my chain
with a slight fiction, knowing I will
    react like a firecracker
(small, noisy explosion, no real danger)
Oh, I'm onto you by now,
I know your tricks and plots and dreams.
  You're my Romeo, 
    Mel Gibson,
      But also my entertainer,
   Map-maker, thrill seeker.
 Everyday is an elaborate plan
Of how we'll spend our future years.
Instead of older, staid, and steady,
We seem to be lighter, sillier,
    and more carefree. 
Oh, yes, I love the way
   You eyes glow warm chocolate fire
And I can never tell quite what outrageous
 plot you might concoct now.