Certified Hottie (No Degree Required)

They say true love is built on trust,
But have you seen my husband? That man’s a must.
Grey-blue eyes? Like a storm at sea—
And guess who’s ready to sink? Yep. Me

He struts through the house like he’s got no clue,
Meanwhile, I’m wondering, “Is this PG-13 or rated R view?”
I mean, really—who gave him permission
To make folding laundry look like a Calvin Klein audition?

We’ve travelled the world, seen mountains and lakes,
But nothing competes with how good he looks in sweats, for heaven’s sakes.
Forget sunsets in Australia or snowfalls in Quebec—
Have you seen this man build a deck?

He’s smart, he’s kind, a feminist dream,
But also… I could watch him just eat ice cream.
Every spoonful? A show, a spectacle, a feat,
Like, how does one man make dairy look elite?

We’ve raised kitties and puppies, sure,
But when he walks by, it’s me who’s ready to purr.
He says, “Relax, babe, the house doesn’t need to be clean,”
And I’m like, “Great, because you’re the filthiest thought I’ve ever seen.”

He’s got that rugged charm, that effortless flair,
Turns out, dreamboats do the dishes and fix chairs.
They say love grows deeper with each passing year,
But honestly? I’m just here for the rear.

So yeah, our life’s been beautiful, wild, and sweet,
But nothing—and I mean nothing—tops when he’s shirtless in the heat.
Soulmates are nice, sure, that’s cool and all,
But have you seen this man? Total thirst trap protocol.