A Poem Hopeful for Him: He’ll See

manglasses

Four eyes

and still can’t see…

Though well-read

he is unable to read

between the lines.

It is said that love

is the sweetest when it is blind-

Oh,what a load of crap!

A graduate degree

and yet not so wise..

He does a damn good dissertation

and writes me off just as well-

but that’s all right.

I know that one day

I’ll be his favorite subject.

He’ll open me up

like a book

and dive in.

He’ll study me in depth

and discover

the ocean of my adoration.

He’ll see…

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