Clever. Funny how clever. She’s never wrong. It’s uncanny how much I trust her voice.

I probably, actually love her.

Whatever comes out I only need to comprehend
the jist and I can’t contend.

She’s simply correct. Always. It’s weird sometimes.

I consider myself to be intelligent,
but in her presence
my thoughts are below relevance.
I’d say she is like mommy when you’re ten,
but she is closer to a goddess
than anything human.

I love her. Yeah, officially.
Now to tie the knot,

and not my hands in the process.
Maybe I’ll mix it up, and propose by saying,
“Will you be my goddess?”