Absent-Minded Intimacy

The romantic candle-lit dinner,

The mixed tape, the flowers

And the display.

The written lyrics, the spoken words,

The expensive gifts,

And the photographs.

Oh how they smile, radiant to the eyes.

Then you notice that one girl,

Nothing special at first sight

Yet a whole other universe.

You take her on a dinner-date,

She insists to pay.

You buy her gifts and a surprise,

She smiles, but not to the eyes.

You want to see that smile.

No, you want to be the one

To light up her eyes.

Suddenly you realize,

She is radiant and she’s laughing

She’s smiling when you’re not looking.

Well because,

Her idea of romance is the

Random kiss on the forehead,

Your hands straying to her plate,

Her ideas that you appreciate.

The tug on the quilt,

To cover her cold feet.

The mid-day message of “hey, what’s up”

The morning hug.

The knowing smile and the look of desire.

Its knowing her favorite meals, and

Understanding how she heals.

Do these and she will love you unconditionally.

For her idea of romance is absent-minded intimacy.