Author's Note: This is from Leorio's point of view.
My husband's hair is like a fluffy nest,
Like cotton candy, only spun with gold.
To nuzzle his crown is what I love best —
The silkiness is shocking to behold.
His bangs grow faster than Rapunzel's mane
So I take out my shears for frequent trims.
I am the only one bestowed free rein
To style his locks according to my whims.
His cowlicks are their wildest when he wakes,
Impossible to flatten with a comb.
To help him, my large hand so often rakes
Through tangled strands within the warmth of home.
No scissors can divorce our nuptial bonds;
Our love's as fixed as gentlemen's for blonds.