You are the sweetest guy I have ever met.

You know all the right things to say,
you shower me with compliments,
make me laugh when I feel like crying.
You never cease to amaze me,
with your beautiful way with words.
Each line you text me,
a breath of poetry.
Your heart is an ocean of gold,
with nothing but kindness in it.
You chivalry is unmatched,
by the other guys I'm used to.
I cannot imagine a day without your words,
sending pangs of happiness up my spine.
I'd love to thank you
a million times each day,
but the time zones won't allow that.
One day I hope to meet you,
have that dinner we talked about.
See your smile in person.
Trace my fingers over your tattoos.
Hear your laugh when listening to my stories
of American high school.
We could stay up all night,
swapping stories in the dark.
Sit in the field near my house,
just gazing at the stars.

*Pun intended

She and I lay out
under the stars once
To find shooting stars
and privacy.
She told me she loved me,
and held me close,
And I believed her.
But in the darkness
I couldn't see her eyes.

I like my women like I like my flowers,
down to Earth, and she’s rooted to the concept.
From her orchard, orchids cry out that she’s
a beauty. A beauty as bold as baby’s breath
but she’s not soft-spoken. It’s written in her
blue-eyed, irises that she’s a stargazer
with a heart made of marigolds, laced together
by Queen Anne. She sprouted out of that cracked
cement with tulips curled to the cosmos, greeting
morning glories with a stellar smile, that I fell for
like a shooting star. She’s a bloomed-beauty that’s
bound to this Earth, and well, I’d pick her up any day.

© Matthew Harlovic