I want a man:
who loves me as I am,
Who gives his all where I am concerned.
who recognizes that I am different from all the others he’s dates, wanted to date, slept with and wanted to sleep with, his momma, his grandma, his cousins, his ex(es).
who strives to give what I deserve everyday & though he may never give me thousands of diamonds, insists on finding one that sparkles his love for me and buys it.
This girl wants a man who recognizes a woman in me that’ll love him fiercely but give him room to be himself. Oh Lord, a man, who will understand that each meal cooked & each caress is part of my love for him, who will understand that sometimes I need to be held & even if it’s funny or he’s in a hurry, he will wrap his arms around me.
who hates to see me cry especially when it’s something he’s done;
that’ll crack jokes to make me laugh when I look foul ‘n’ angry.
I want a man who will marry me & kiss me in the morning when I awake & kiss me before we go to bed at night. Every night, even after a bitter unfinished argument.
Who can apologize & accept apologies;
Who cooks me breakfast even when I’m not sick;
Who sees when I’m too tired to cook a meal & takes it on himself to make something or go out & buy it (or take me out for dinner).
Who will accept my kisses regardless of place or time.
who insists weekends are ours, even if we have to make a weekend during a week.
who inspires me to be generous, giving and realistic.
who makes sure he tells me he loves me at least once a day (even if he doesn’t say the words).
who will cry in front of me and lets me dry his tears. Who accepts my hugs when it’s all I’ve got to give.
I want a man:
who wakes up in the middle of the night to pull me closer if I’m too far.
who continues to speak to me until he understands what I really mean.
who is willing to learn if he doesn’t know.
willing to be taught & to teach.
who no matter how unsightly I may seem to others sees the beauty that makes me, me,
who respects my mind & thoughts I may not be knowledgeable or intelligent consults me on those things which matter & some that don’t.
who though I may be older or younger respects my opinion & experiences,
who looks forward to me bearing his child & can accept that if it doesn’t happen he still has me to love & be loved by.
who’d give me the shirt off his back if I sneezed.
whose affections are real and unhidden yet not overwhelming.
Ah…to have such a man, I am blessed and for the many times I thought I had him; I am richer for the experience. He is not perfect & yet he builds me up from strength to strength with what I have that is God-given. Opening my eyes to the wonderful creature called woman that I am. Whether our time together is one month, or a few, one year or a few I have from this union myself & the knowledge of what it feels like to be truly loved, for me, as me.
It’s worth writing & remembering. If you have it, cherish it. If you search for it, enjoy it as it comes as it may not all arrive on white horse nor with the strength to sweep you off your feet. Love beloveds & be loved.