Wednesday, February 16, 2011

A poem for Charlie.

I see the way you look at her.
The way you focus every fiber of your attention
On her,
Because you are afraid that if you turn away
You might miss a look from her.

I know that look well.
I know how you feel.
You wonder if you'll let her down.
You wonder if she'll be like
Everyone else.
You don't feel nearly gallant enough
To deserve her.

But let me tell you a secret.
You are the most gallant man.
Because the most gallant man is not the man
That does everything right.
The most gallant man is the man who
Does everything
For her.

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