The Mood Mechanic | A Romantic Poem

They call me the mood mechanic,
With a touch so soft, yet electric, it's organic.
I'll fix your smile in the blink of an eye,
Turn your world to gold, lift you up to the sky.
I am the maverick who reads your heart,
Piecing it together when it falls apart.
In the silence, where your worries reside,
I’ll be the one standing, right by your side.
No need for words, I feel what you need,
With every breath, I plant the seed.
Of laughter, of love, of warmth in the night,
I’ll fix every shadow and make it all bright.
You can count on me, instinctively.
With every glance, I adjust the tune,
Softening the night, calming the moon.
The quiet repair that lets your soul breathe.
A love so automatic, without any flaws.