"This is a call to all the arms-wrapped-around-themselves-huggers,
and to the she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not-petal-tuggers,
to the starstruck-bedroom-dancing-closet-writing-bathroom-singers,
and to the unrequited-irrefuted-convoluted love that lingers,
long before and after its other.
This is a melody for all the finger-crossing-clover-searching-11:11-wishers,
and for all the muses and ruses of all the lyric-humming-heart-string-strumming-more-than-just-a-song-writers.
This is something to scan for all the tear-jerking-soul-searching-fingers-trembling-as-they-turn-the-page-romance-readers,
and crumbs for thought for all the day-night-afternoon-and-evening-dreamers.
This is for all the he-always-catches-me-looking-so-he-must-hate-me-thinkers,
and all the lovedrunk-inebriated-intoxicated-drowning-deeper-into-her-gaze-drinkers.
This is the breath in all of your hardly-heard-crudely-worded-i-love-you's,
as well as the hand that catches all the crocodile-elephant-hippopotamus-tears too.
This is for you.
Smile and know that we will find our way."
THIS IS WHY I CHICKEN OUT AT SPIDER HOUSE PRETTY MUCH EVERY WEEK. HOW DO YOU COMPETE WITH PEOPLE WHO CAN PULL OUT HEARTSTRINGS AND CALL IT POETRY?!?!
