It may sound corny but I love you

I want to feel and heal your soul

Every bone in my body wants you

Size 10 is perfect

My feelings are big

You've heard of arch-enemies – I'm your arch-friend

I know I have a tendon-cy to exaggerate

but there's little doubt in my mind

we would have a ball together.

I want to take sole possession of you

nibble your toes

and investigate your tongue.

Be my trainer!

I won't be caught flat-footed in the chase.

We would always be in step

Don't be a heel

Don't be strait-laced

Don't give me the boot

Or ride roughshod over me.

Sock it to me

I may not be a shoe-in as your man

But please tell me I’ve at least got a foot in the door.

Rejection would be a dagger to my heart – a veritable stiletto