If flirting were feeding time, I'd be the keeper you never forget.
Are you an impossible current? Because I can't resist following you.
You make my heart flip like a fish in too-small tank.
If we were fish, I'd let you lead so long as I get to follow.
Do you mind if I sit tank-side and admire the best thing in the exhibit?
I'm no marine biologist, but I'm certain our species are compatible.
Are you moonlight on the water? Because you make everything shimmer.
Your laugh bubbles up like a stream of happy air stones.
Even the pufferfish can't puff up around someone as cute as you.
Is your name Jelly? Because I'm floaty-headed whenever you're nearby.
You must be a coral polyp—small, but capable of building entire worlds.
I'm like a shy shrimp—I'll scuttle closer if you offer a smile.
If you were a sea cucumber, I'd still think you're the catch of the day.
You've got more charm than a row of clownfish in a toothbrush habitat.
Can I be your oxygen pump? Because I get breathless around you.
Are you the tide pool? Because I want to explore every corner of you.
You shine brighter than an aquarium's clean glass on a sunny day.
If I were fish food, you'd be the only treat I'd fight for.
Our connection is stronger than that magnet holding the acrylic sign.
Are we in an exhibit? Because I can't look away from the main attraction.
Do you have a favorite tank? Mine's the one with you in it.
Your eyes are deeper than any abyssal exhibit.
I'd brave a rainy field trip just to sit next to you at feeding time.
If flirting were waves, I'd be a tide that never recedes for you.
You float through my thoughts like a jellyfish in slow motion.
Are we in the touch pool? Because I want to learn everything about you.
Is your name Tidal? Because my feelings swell every time you appear.
I must be a seahorse—my heart is stuck to your current.
You make even the fake shipwreck feel like a real romance.
Can I be the rock in your tank? You'll always have my support.
