My friend Seth has
a face that lights up whenever
someone walks into a room,
and he says hello to
everyone he's never met.

His hair smells good, like
almonds and grass
just after it's been cut, and
from behind, you've think he was
a more-to-love shampoo model.
When he turns around, he looks
more like Jesus than a woman, but
he could outcook your mom anyday.

My friend Seth is as sweet as
a honeysuckle blossom but has a
tongue as sharp as safety scissors--
perfectly capable but not likely
to do any serious damage.

He'll try to take your load if
you let him and you'll tell him no,
but he'll still walk the halls of your
mind long after you've gone to sleep,
searching for the baggage you forgot.

If he were a font, he would be Garamond,
caught somewhere between the traditional and
the modern, a well-placed ampersand between
reason and intuition.

His heart is open like the sky looks when
you're standing in the middle of the prairie and
looking up, clear and unassuming, with a
Spirit as pure and deep as the constant blue.

My friend Seth is not perfect, but
he's good enough. <3

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Lineation needs some work. Forgot I wrote this and just copied it off the paper. Inspired by a poem Breanna wrote me once. ^__^