I love a man who tickles me awake with reality, and kisses me goodnight with fiction
Braids my hair with simplicity to compliment my contradiction
And calms the waging wars inside with a simple boyish look
For he is as much a mystery as he is an open book
When I am at my worst, I am beautiful by his side
He draws me in yet keeps me free, the moon to my tide
He relishes my quirks and antics just as much I love to keep him frantic
And if I ever fall, he doesn’t catch me right away
Because he knows I’ll glide
And even more so, knows how much I enjoy the ride…
With the strength I lack, he holds my insecurity safe in-between his fingers
And if there is ever a doubt while I am out running about
His steady grip lingers
He drives me crazy just as much as he keeps me sane
And has the wisdom to keep me wild knowing I’ll die if ever tame
So when I am far, he frets not, because he knows he’s my favorite destination
If ever I am down, he joins me on the ground and points out my favorite constellations

He catches my sighs and lackluster replies
With ageless humor and tenacity
I draw blanks at his capacity
And challenge his audacity
But
He wins because despite my stubbornness he is persistent
Yet forever fails because he belongs to nonexistent