I wrote a short poem for you guys.

Love in the Bank

I met her first at the teller’s queue,
She asked for a pen, and my heart withdrew.
Her balance? Steady. Her smile? Sublime.
I’d overdraft gladly for just her time.

She spoke of savings and compound interest,
While I marveled at her sheer brilliance.
"A joint account?" I dared to jest,
She laughed, “Earn some trust, then we'll invest.”

Her credit was perfect; mine was a mess,
But love, I thought, should be priceless—no less.
Though markets may crash, and stocks may fall,
She’s the only return I’ll need through it all.