I hold her high above

 

I hold her high above.
She doesn't know my love.
She is high on a pedestal.
With choirs celestial.

She is truly an ideal.
A love, a partner, a meal.
I don't know how to tell her.
Ask her would she wear my sweater.

I'd keep her warm.
She has perfect form.
I don't even know if she farts.
And yes she has got smarts.

This girl is a beauty.
I feel it is my Duty.
To tell her how I feel.
But would she love me back for real?