In a haze of smoke, they dared to glance,
Two hearts ignited, in a stony trance.
With a cousin named Green, they rolled their fate,
Shared hits of laughter, oh, isn’t it great?
They coughed and they giggled, whipped sparks in the air,
Each puff bringing joy, as they spun in a chair.
“You’re sweeter than Kush!” she said with a cheer,
He grinned at her smile, a bud full of beer.
In the circle of friends, they became quite the pair,
Passing round stories, but mostly the air.
Their love was like indicas, calming and slow,
As they danced through the night, letting whispers flow.
But alas, every romance has its highs and its lows,
He dropped the fresh bong, it shattered like those
Dreams filled with giggles, now scattered like glass;
“Don’t worry, my dear, we can smoke from a class!”
Yet each tender moment was met with a laugh,
They toasted to mishaps, their own kind of craft.
So together they toiled, with scissors and glue,
Building a bong, with a makeshift view.
“Is it art?” he inquired, “Or a lesson in fate?”
She chuckled and murmured, “Show me another date.”
So they settled on rolling, with giggles and lines,
A paper of love, with hearts drawn in signs.
Thus life in the clouds blossomed with flair,
Through laughter and love, they’d always share,
With bowls filled with memories, they’d puff and they’d pass,
Each moment together, a colorful glass.
Their love story, twisted like smoke in the night,
In a world made of giggles, everything felt right.
And now when they tell of their whimsical start,
They’ll laugh and recount how they captured each heart.
With bongs and with laughter, the universe spun,
Together forever, two stoners as one.
So here’s to their bond, in sweet chai and delight,
In the haze of their love, it’s always all right.
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