F. John Sharp 

Until You Make Me Move

You do not scare me with your hard edged troubles and your arms length mouth, your love of speed and metal, your friends who laugh too loud and fight too much. You do not worry me by disappearing, startle me by popping in. And you cannot displace me by pretending indifference, for I have seen the girl, the mother, the lover, and I know. I am the proton who centers your orbit, and I will never tire of the revolutions.

extra Sharp ahead