there’s no love song
like the boy
who opens your car door.

who stands when you enter the room.

the boy who puts a warm hand
to the small of your back
as you go through
the revolving door.

that’s the boy who says
whatever happens
whatever it takes
i’m there
i’m yours
and we’re in it
together.

it’s a simple thing
but that’s a boy
i could let in.

forget the love songs,
babe, let them
blow by
like the empty wind
they are.

there’s no love song
like the boy
who lights your smoke
because he’s
just
that
way.