You could love me for my wealth
my ruddy health
my pretty eyeshow the sun shines off my head in the afternoon sun.
You could love me for my wit
or my funny bits
or how I don’t give a shit
about your mother’s religion.
You could love
how I wouldn’t hurt a pigeon
but if a friend’s scarred
– a smidgen –
I’ll do what I can
to get justice done.
You could love how I’m fun.

You could love me for paying for dinner
or love me for lying about your waist.
You love me me for historical reasons
or etymological ones
or
because I have bad taste.

You could love me for a thousand reasons
and my mom could give you another score.
I hope you pick at least one of them,
and give my heart a chance to soar
for if I know you’ve found some way to make me one you can’t ignore
then I will have the rationale to truly love you all the more.