the sexiest, most magnetic man
is the one who has eyes
for only one woman
unwavering, his gaze a compass
that only points one way
undistracted by every cheap woman
begging for attention like a fire sale
a clearance event for a hollow soul
giving themselves away for free
like a grocery store sample
liquidating dignity for likes
he crowns one woman his muse
and makes her feel, in every crowd
like she's the only signal in the static
the one true note in the noise
while the rest of the world blurs
into background, into silence
into utter irrelevance
Someone said I gave you my dream
I listened to your prayers in my dreams
The most beautiful words I have ever seen
If I could paint a picture
I would paint you
I would make you a saint stood under a yew
I would give you the flowers
I would give you the world