Mixing Metaphors and/or The Best Worst Love Poem Ever

Mixing Metaphors and/or

The Best Worst Love Poem Ever

Like a salmon upstream,

I want to be your Donkey Kong.

Like a white-faced mime,

I want to be your Lamborghini.

Like a Big Ten quarterback,

I want to be your home run.

Like a nineties video game,

I want to be your beluga caviar.

Like a Spaghetti-Western movie star,

I want to be your Hope Diamond.

Like a Whitney Houston song,

I want to be your margarita.

Like a sparkling, priceless jewel,

I want to be your John Wayne.

Like a piece of classic literature,

I want to always love you.

I want to be Gram to your Grampa.

I want to be Abbott to your Costello.

I want to be Nancy to your Ron.

I want to be you to your me.

I want to be tomorrow to your today.

I want to be today to our yesterday.

I want to be half of what you are to me.

I want to be twice what I am to you:

Buddy to your Pal.

I want to be your everything.

I love you with my everything.

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