A wise man once told me,
As I walked with him on the way to New York City..
“Girl, if you’ve met a man, and known him well… Then you must not love him.”
He noticed my surprise and smiled,
His teeth nearly gone. Scratching his temples, he added.
“If you’ve met a man, and known him well,
Make sure he loves you as a t-shirt will,
For a t-shirt stays together and seems to be one,
Even when the threads begin to unravel.
You see a picture of perfection,
Someone willing to keep it together, even when things begin to feel like they’re falling apart.
In truth a t-shirt never really does fall apart,
For the seams stay together,
even when a t-shirt stops looking like a t-shirt anymore.
Only force as strong as a Tempest’s rage can tear apart love as strong as a t-shirt,
For a man who does love you like a t-shirt,
Loves you with every part of his heart,
From you, he wishes never to be apart,
‘Till the end, from the start,
Always his, your precious heart.”
With a smile the man led me to my place,
And I ran to share warmth with the one I loved,
Yet in my mind the sky turned gray, At him, I smiled,
and then, turned away.