My Betroth.

He likes his tea cold, I like it super-hot!
He likes to wake up early, I hate my alarm clock.

He closes his eyes as soon as he hits the pillow,
I am in love with the starry night glow.

He has mild OCD, I have NO OCD at all.
He always feels hot, I am quick in wearing the sweater he bought.

He likes walking fast, I crawl like a snail.
He is a handsome hunk, I the average damsel in disdain.

He thinks twice before speaking, I blurt out my mind!
He is the style icon, and I a plain Jane.

He is prim and proper, and I am the awkward princess.
He likes to plan, but I love surprises.

Whatever the differences, however near or apart we may be.
One thing never changes.
He loves food, and so do I

The first time I met him,
It was for a meal.
He ate all his food,
And gulped down my deal.

I fell for him then.
And decided it was him;
That I would share my food for eternity!

I love him a lot,
how much I can never write.
He lights up my life,
Like a firefly in the night.

We fight too often, but we also agree.
Life would certainly be boring without my betrothed!