My man likes to giggle—
Mr. Optimism,
His smile unmistakable and broad,
With a contagious look on the bright side.

He completes what is required
And lays back to enjoy the rest of the ride,
While life has got me on edge.
I work long past his bedtime.

He sees life behind a lens
That supersedes his passion for pictures.
My man simply admires me
As I spend time analyzing him.

This doctor fell for an artist.
I thought he’d be a lawyer-type.
But what I thought I wanted
I’d now be dreading.

Because I love driving home
To embracing arms and long kisses,
An eager ear and nodding face,
No negativity, demands, or competition.

I’d rather my man love me enough
To laugh at jokes not understood
Than to talk over me
And criticize me for being different.

When he and I started dating,
Our similarities stood blatant,
But now our differences are evident,
And I love him all the more for them.