the bug

This girl, her name is Bex.
To me, she is like a sister.
She likes to act like a T-rex,
and search far and long for the mister.

This girl, I love her to death,
Even if she runs to her doom,
understands the tongue of Macbeth,
and has no baby in her womb.

Dr. Horrible is her thing,
always watching him and his freezeray.
Laughter she will bring
to me each and everyday.

Going down to skid row,
in the middle of the night,
her love she does show.
For God, she shines bright.

What a beautiful flower you are,
Being who God created you to be.
I love you and your peanut butter jar.
Oh, and thank you for loving me.