To the girl he'll fall in love with
Before I fully allow myself
To lose him from my mind,
from being the one I remember from listening to my favorite songs,
from being the subject of my 1am poetry --
allow me to ask you quite a few favors.
Please don't tell him that he's too short
And don't secretly wish he'd grow a few inches taller,
Because doesn't it seem more convenient --
to be able to seemingly pick him up and put him in your pocket?
How nice would it be
To carry the boy you love around with you all day?
Please notice his slightly off-centered iris
I noticed it right away, because my right iris was slightly off-centered too
I hope that you find it endearing instead
Because although his eyes may seemingly wander
He chooses to focus his gaze on you
Please like him because he is athletic
But please don't like him only because he is athletic
Because when you're both older
And his legs won't allow him to kick as high,
or run as fast as he does now,
You know he'd still walk as far as he could
just to be able to get to you
Please be patient when he loses track of his time
Playing all those games that you don't even understand
Because despite the fact that he calls himself a gamer
You know that you aren't
And will never be just another game for him to play
Please don't get jealous that you're not his favorite girl
I wasn't either -- and I will never have that chance
But neither will you
Because that spot's reserved for his little sister
And maybe, if you play your cards right,
one day you'd be calling her your sister too.
Last of all -- please love him
through all his faults, and all his accomplishments,
all the good things and all the bad.
I hope you love him in the way that he deserves to be loved,
because I can't.
And Lord knows I would -- if only I could.
