THE MAN I KNEW I WANTED TO LOVE

I  once met a man I knew I wanted to love.

He was charismatic, but kind,

Hard, but damn fine

He knew his way in the kitchen to that I could attest,

making it hard for me to compare his capabilities to the rest.

He was the kind of man who warmed me up when I was cold,

simple things that gave way to getting to the depths of my soul.

So it stands to reason that this man was someone I’d always knew I wanted to know.

Because as a child, I had pictured,

A man that was charismatic and just as kind,

who brought more to the table than just a few smooth lines.

He’d be a listener who’d catch every word I’d say,

letting me run my  mouth to no end, but right there he would stay.

Not to be confused, I would be his support system just as much as he’d be mine.

With an unshakeable foundation,

prepared to stand the test of time.

That’s what I’d always wanted for myself,

this I could never deny.

And to think I met him, then later questioned why.

Here’s the thing about meeting the man I knew I wanted to love.

I never said finding then keeping him,

wouldn’t be a challenge all on its own.

Thelms