You must be a choke cable, because you take my breath away.
Are you my con badge? I can't enter the floor without you
Is that LED in your costume or did you just light up my con experience
Are you cosplay? Because my heart's got a perfect pattern for you
I came for the panels but stayed for you in aisle 7
Call me Worbla — I'll mold myself to fit you perfectly
You must be made of foam, because you cushion my fall for love
Want to share my safety pins? I can fix your costume and steal your heart
Are you the guest of honor? Because everyone else dimmed when you arrived
If love were cosplay, I'd craft you a thousand-hour armor set
Can I be your repair kit? I promise quick stitches and worse jokes
My con map must be wrong — I keep getting lost in your eyes
Is your seamstress free? Because I need a tailor for my feelings
Do you believe in love at first con floor encounter or should I walk by again
You must be cosplay perfection because I've been fangirling all day
Are you a panelist? Because I can listen to you forever
Forget the autograph line — can I have your number instead
Are you a limited edition? I want to queue for you
Call me foam clay — I want to sculpt our future together
Is that a prop sword? Because you just slayed my defenses
I don't need a badge ribbon to know you're a rare find
Did you drop this button? Because you just patched my heart
I'm learning Portuguese so I can whisper saudade and actually mean you.
Teach me a pickup line in your language and I'll teach you how to smile.
Our chemistry defies translation — but I'm willing to try.
Do you feel that? It's mutual intelligibility and it's intense.
Be my language exchange: I’ll teach you idioms, you’ll teach me to love.
Your eyes speak every language my heart understands.
Let's swap dictionaries — your entries can go under "beautiful."
Parlez-vous amour? Because I think we're fluent in chemistry.
