To Whomever... Or Maybe To a Whatever.

Dear Future Partner,

              I wonder what you like to be called

              Sweetie, Honey, Amor, Love

              Or perhaps you’d rather be mauled

              So maybe instead I should ask

              What is your name truelove?

              What do you look like?

              Are you fierce or fair?

              Do you smoke and not care?

              Would you dance despite

              The watchful world’s eyes?

              One last question, my prize

              Are you even human?

              You could be the summer’s breeze

              Or the beautifully bruised night sky

              You could be joy, laughter, and a wheeze

              Or the colors of fall and a yummy pie

              No… Maybe something more tangible. No?

              Then perhaps you’re my missing heart

              The thing always there and never seen

              My hidden passions and forgotten dreams

              My reason to study, work hard, and sometimes starve

              Whatever you are. Whoever you are.

              Don’t stray too far

              We have all the time in the world

              If the world was a ticking clock

              So walk forward, run faster, jump farther

              Or you may be too late

Sincerely your future partner.