I want a man who wakes up me softly, already smelling of the morning’s coffee.
I want a man who reads and is never full, a library of literature to engulf me.
I want a man who does the dishes simply because he believes in a clean kitchen.
I want a man who surprises me, blindfolds and tells me I can’t know where we are going…
I want a man who understands my desire and wish to be enchanted.
I want a man who can cook for my family and friends, being that he finds joy in showing my Father how much he truly loves me.
I want a man who undresses me slowly, kissing me eagerly as he drops articles of clothing to the floor
I want a man who is not afraid to tell me I am acting out of line, that I am irrational as he pours me a glass of red wine.
I want a man who exercises his body, his mind and his soul.
I want a man to love me unconditionally, as if God made us with the design that I was his and he was mine.
I want a man who is always honest with me,
even when it hurts,
even when I wish he had lied.
I want a man who is chivalrous to my mother, plays with my dog and helps my father do work in the yard.
I want a man who is charitable and kind.
I want a man I did not settle for because I was lonely and ‘he seemed nice’.
I want a man who reminds me I am never alone in this life, that each struggle is no longer just mine.
I want the man I am afraid I will never find.