In the realm of firepower's art,
There lies a weapon, close to my heart.
P90, my beloved firearm divine,
A muse of love, a design so fine.

With curves of sleekness, compact and true,
You captivate me, oh weapon so new.
Your touch, like a whisper, upon my hand,
Ignites a passion that I can't withstand.

In your magazine, a secret's held,
Bullets of affection, stories yet to be spelled.
You unleash them swiftly, with speed and grace,
A symphony of devotion, in every embrace.

Together we dance, in the battlefield's glow,
You guard my soul, as our love continues to grow.
In the midst of chaos, we find our peace,
With every shot fired, our bond won't cease.

P90, my love, forever we'll be,
A union of strength, in perfect harmony.
Through battles we'll face, side by side,
An eternal flame of love, we cannot hide.