If he can't pick strings or stroke keys, no thanks.
If he can't write of me like I write of him, no thanks.
If he can't see I'm not when I say I'm fine, no thanks.
If he can't give me his last dime, without batting an eye, if he cant offer his last shred of hope, of warmth when I have none, no thanks.
If he can't drop to his knees, and beg for mercy, if he can't put trust in something above working for him, no thank you.
If he can't see the worlds I see, if he think I'm only crazy and not blessed, no thank you.
If he can't tango in foreign tongue, if he lacks the bite of the purple travel bug, no thank you.
If he's not for me always, no thank you.
I aim for a life of love, of absolute trust that I will never find myself stranded with his cubs in a scenario he has control of.
I aim for a life of undying passion and inspirations, to ignite our life, to teach our young that there is nothing stopping them but themselves.
If he's not all of the above, no thank you..
And if he is, I beg of my creator to cleanse me and make me worthy of such a gift, thank you.