As if only boys could have angel faces
and you said it so restrictingly
I couldn't help but think
you have no idea who I am
that I wouldn't say something mushy about a girl
actually, I wouldn't say something mushy about a boy
you are so ignorant
but it's okay because you have to be
it's just
if you'd read any of my poetry,
you wouldn't be so quick to decide
what gender I was referring to
when I talked about the face of an angel.

I don't know what it is about you
that always has my head spinning
and maybe it's just on a platonic level now
I just really like your silly giggle
there's something about you
dark and pale
but open,
and closed,
cheerful, adorable,
the perfect jawline
in fact, if someone asked me my ideal partner,
the way I'd describe them
might as well be your eharmony profile
but we don't have to be romantic
and it's okay that we're not
because I get to enjoy you for you
without agenda
without confusion
without angst
just the pleasure of your company.
you're sweet, but not really, but really you are
and it's okay
because you're so unique
you are a gem,
and if I ever find another like you,
I now know how to treat them.

You know you're
in Love when
she kisses the
tip of your nose
and you think
that every single
star in the known
Universe was made
in her image.