I'm not much of a poet, but I wrote a poem the other day. Although it is not targeted towards any man, it captures--in a small way--my own reflections on what real love is like.
I don't want to love you
At first sight
I don't want to love you
For the charm of your grin
Or your polychromatic laughter
I don't want to love you
Like I dreamed I would love you
"You", one of "them",
One of those "hippies" or "readers" or "men with a pen"
Or even one of those "blue-eyed" wonders
I want to love you
Where only grace can take us
I want to love you
With a sculptor's gaze
I want to love you
With the love that counts hairs
I want to love
you.
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