Hee Hee!

I’m hungry for my other half,
I want to cry while she just laughs.
I want to sing while she just weeps.
I am awake when she tries to sleep.
I’m hungry for my second self.
My little fawn, my loving elf.
I’ll give her very pretty names.
I’ll work with her until she’s tame.
I’ll plant a garden for her roots.
I’ll call her farts my little toots.
How vulgar I can be tonight,
When everything feels quite alright!