She is the kind of girl
Who, when you call her yours, won’t hesitate
To remind you what a catch you’ve landed.
Making a fish face for only you to see.
She is the sort of girl
Who wears sunglasses all winter
On top of her head as an emblem
Of summer, hoping for its return,
An amulet invoking warmer days.
She is the type of girl who thinks
Nature exists just for her.
She shares it with you out of
Pity and a need for a boost into
She is that manner of girl, grabbing
Your right hand and pulling
You into the center of the dance floor.
She left her chagrin at the coat check.
To find her, to go a little insane, to celebrate as one, to
Fumble words of comfort,
Soak up tears both sad and joyful,
You would laugh; hope; climb; dance forever if she wants you
Together against the world.
Because you are that kind of guy.