The Man

“Find someone who looks at you like you’re made of magic.”
-The Better Man Project

The Man.
For You

My love,
Is the man
with a head of blue

With all the storms
That echo around him,
And the opaque clouds
That surround him,
He still has flowers in his head.

I tell him that one day
I’ll be plucked from his life
Like a weed,
So that everything else will have a chance
To grow.

And he doesn’t listen.

Sometimes I wonder
Why his head
Is filled with blue Hortensias.

When I ask,
“My love, why
Does a field grow in your head,
When around you is an overwhelming world?”

He tells me,

“I think of a future with you,
And I blossom.”

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When you're in love, you know it. Nothing else seems to matter.