Try?

i’ve been told that in a perfect relationship, you always have to try.

try your hardest, and if it doesn’t work out, your hardest wasn’t hard enough

or maybe your hardest just wasn’t enough for them

so just wait,

someone will come around who only needs your hardest

but he doesn’t try

he never tries

he just wakes up every morning

and speaks

and walks

and writes

and dances.

but when he speaks, his voice rumbles through the air and its resonance shakes away whatever vapid thoughts could pervade the space and replaces them with brilliance;

and when he walks, he doesn’t move over the earth, nor does the earth move under him, but it moves with him, and they exist in almost perfect symbiosis, so that the earth invites me to move in their rhythm so sweetly I can’t help but accept;

and when he writes, his pen lets forth the most beautiful words I could ever read in curling wisps of sweet verbal smoke in a closed room, swirling through the air for ages before it permeates my clothes, my brain, my hair, my being;

and when he dances, every step is like a kiss

and every kiss is like a dance.

but he doesn’t try

he never tries

he merely does

and he knows not what he does to me