I love you more than stomach trouble,

Double Bubble or the Hubble.

More than guacamole dip, sit and sip, chocolate chip.
Even more than ham and eggs, cribbage pegs, chicken legs.

Let it be said that I love you
more than a pool of Mountain Dew.

More than a brand new pair of sneakers
or plush toys with inside squeakers.

More than baseball, more than dice, more than Grey Goose over ice.
Even more than rock on vinyl, I love you and that is final.

(Cut and paste, then store away; save under Valentine’s Day)