The way to a man’s heart
Has been well documented through
Intestinal maps, cuisine charts
With various instruments, blue eyes and domestic duties, a few.
The woman’s heart remains mostly uncharted,
When tears collect monthly and the stars
Never stay in the same place.
But where others have failed,
The smart man, learned and maybe lonely,
Will find the treasure closest to her heart,
And with genuine delight
Play and play and play and listen
To magical explanations.
In this way, this man will find himself again
And this woman will find a home
Filled with peaceful banter.