She wants my goatee
and I’d grow it for her
because I want to show her
that I care for her.

But she knows I love everyone
So that it isn’t special that
I want to love her
and I do, but not for many reasons
yet.

 

She is an intellectual,

She is fun, she tells me about
her life in black,
and she listens to my
            tales of God.

She believes me, without seeing
She loves me without knowing
She is with me without trying

                        And I need to be
                                    with her to be
                                                happy now.