This man (kinda a poem)

Love.

I want the real thing.
Can I please have the real thing?
Am I asking for too much?

Love.
L-O-V-E.

I know one day I will meet this man.,,
I often dream about him….

Hmm…

Let me close my eyes.


Close my eyes till I can smell him
Just as everyone seems to have their own scent
His is special..it’s addicting.

Close my eyes till I can see his face
Yes, he’s handsome..with his contagious smile
And the way he caresses me with his eyes

Close my eyes till I can feel his touch
..And he caresses me with his strong, soft hands too

Close my eyes till I can hear his voice
His voice is one of my favorite things to hear..
It’s so soothing and can just
Bring me
to a
different
place.
A place him and I only know of.

So..there’s something unique to me about this mans’ eyes..and this man’s smile..and this mans’ hands..and this man’s voice…

This man.

Love…

But there’s more.


See, this man respects me.
He respects my mind
This man encourages my dreams.
He loves my imagination and my passion
This man is my number one fan
He believes in me and supports me.

This man enjoys conversation.
It’s not just about the ‘how are you’s’
And the ‘what did you do today’s’
See, this man wants to learn more about me.
He appreciates my intellect and respects my opinions.

This man.

Love…


This man has devotion.
His loyalty and honesty is like no other
This man wants me on a good day and on a bad day.
He’s there to smile at my smile and
He’s there to catch my tears.
This man tells me nothing can come between us.

..and I believe him.

This man smiles at my strength.
His determination and courage compliments mine.
This man wants to make a difference.
He notices and listens to unheard voices.

This man.

Love…


This man understands my past pains.
This man just wants to make me happy.
Make me happy and love me so much
That each.and.every. doubt in my heart
Transforms into trust and confidence.




This man is my bestfriend.
He makes me better.
This man learns from me, as I learn from him.

This man loves my imperfections
He loves and embraces the things I perceive as flaws.
This man says those are what makes me, me.

This man.

Love…


This man loves my hair fresh out shower..all curly and wavy
And yes, he loves it when it dries too…just like that…
No hair dryer or straightener.
This man loves the natural me.

This man loves the beauty mark on the upper left-hand side of my back.
This man loves my thick thighs and long legs.
He loves to run his hands along my curves,
As if he’s getting to know them for the first time..each and everytime..
But oh, ..he knows them so well.

This man loves me from my long Native American toes to the light brown freckles that dot my face.

This man.

Love..

This man is proud to hold my hand.
He holds it as if he’s promising to never let go.
This man lets me melt in his arms…
He makes me feel safe by his embrace.

This man makes me laugh till my stomach hurts…
He’s so good at this!
This man knows this is one of my favorite things to do
He keeps going when I’m finally able to get a , “STOP!!” out..
Because I cant breathe.



Love..

Now, this man I know do have our differences.
It would be boring without them.
He likes a challenge.
This man knows how to be serious
But he also knows how to laugh at our fights
Laugh when I’m trying to get the last word.
This man knows, just as I do, when to set pride aside
And say he was wrong.
He’s good at not dwelling, erasing tension, settling arguments,..and simply moving on.
This man says he believes our love is so strong that we can rise above anything.

…And I believe him.

This man takes me places.
He wants to experience new things with me
This man is eager to do things together
‘Cuz he wants special memories with me.

This man is always thinking of me.
He’s always thinking of things that will make me smile…
Whether its calling me back after a phone conversation
Just to say he already misses me or surprising me with red roses.
This man is so thoughtful.
He puts me before himself.


This man.

Love….

I love this man.

He’s my thoughts in the morning and my thoughts before I close my eyes…when I’m with him time escapes me..I adore his laugh..

I miss him the moment he leaves my side..our love doesn’t fade, it grows..both evidently and in secrecy.

See, I thought I knew what love was..but he showed me the real thing.
He made my dream of love a reality.

He is my real thing.

Love.
L-O-V-E.

I know one day I will meet this man…
I often dream about him..

This man…

My man.


…I guess it’s time to open my eyes again.