He's gonna fall in love
for the way you like to watch the sky,
the clouds,
and the light below the trees.
He'll be enchanted
by the way you see the world,
your bright smile,
and your desire
to care and make everything ok.
He's gonna read each
one of your poems
and try to understand the stories
behind them.
He'll encourage you to sing
and he'll play with and for you.
He's gonna love to hold your hands
and will try your crazy food.
He'll look deep in your eyes
and recognize your sad smiles,
like no one ever did.
He'll kiss your forehead
and his hug
will hug you from the inside out.
He'll hear you whispering
that song only you know
and he'll sing along with you.
He's gonna make you believe
in love again
and each of those cliches
and songs
will make sense.
He won't complete you:
he will give you the feeling
that we could break you
into a million pieces
with just a smile,
but you'll tell jokes
just to see that smile
again and again and again.
And I swear to you
he's out there somewhere.