Just Fine
I tried to write something romantic
POETRY
You say you got a haircut,
But somehow, I don’t see it.
Maybe I forgot your old hairstyle,
After all, memories do grow hazy over time.
Or maybe I don’t see it,
Because I never looked at your hair,
Or your face and eyes,
Your mouth and smile.
Maybe I never looked at any part of you,
Because all I saw was that wild side of you.
It made all else fade away.
Perhaps, even now,
As you stand before me,
I don’t see the change,
Because now I see your face,
And your nose and eyes,
Your mouth and smile.
Perhaps now I see your hair but not your haircut,
Because I’m blinded, and you look nice.
And I’m sure it looks just fine.