I know a man, lovely in his touch
he looks at the world with softness,
as if everything only has a second to be there.
he touches like he's afraid,
that everything will melt and eventually disappear.

I know a man and his smile blinds me,
but i'd choose to be blinded for the rest of my life
if it means that i could feel his warmth,
soft as it touches my body,
soft as it settles there.

I know a man who was so sure of me,
and it brought me to tears,
I wasn't even sure of myself
but his declaration felt like a punch to the gut
and a push to reality.

I love a good man and my heart has never been this full,
overflowing with what feels like
the petals of flowers and the buzzing of bees,
all too good. all too perfect.