He’s not smooth or suave or as muscular as I date them
but that’s ok… the ones I date, I usually learn I need to hate them
There is something about him that is as charming as a well-kept home
And though I don’t want to love again, I can't seem to leave him alone
I think about him on Friday mornings when it’s convenient,
and sometimes on Thursday afternoons in business meetings
when I am so busy, so frazzled so chaotic
and the memory of his… listening skills come to mind
He makes me sing, he make me… smile
He’s not a bad boy, he’s not wild,
He’s… attentive
I like the attentive guy
the one that remembers to call when he says he will
the one that prays for me… offers to stay close to me
the one that wishes me well and encourages me
to be
the best me that I can be
He’s not cool
He’s the classic nerd… and he’s so, so, so,
he’s so, so into me!
It’s more attractive to be wanted than it is to be attracted
He makes my heart sing
and the corners of my lips pull outward until all that you can see are my 32
Beneath my desire to be safe and not love anyone new...
he feels safe to me
safer than home as ever been, safer than secrets shared with the best of best friends
he’s the sheets that you pull over head to protect you from the wooly boogers that attack at night
I tell myself being vulnerable again is so crazy so wrong but he makes me feel so gosh darn right
missing him alone incites… frustration, mental aggravation
He’s the gentle wind that smoothly sweeps the waves in my ocean to tide
No, I lied,
He allows me to be who I am
passionate fighter, career diva or just plain struggling Christian
He creates a place for me that I love to reside in
I can confide in
him and him in me
He’s slow brewed morning coffee
and I compliment him,
I am his sugar and his cream
together we make the smoothest, freshest, kick buttinest and take names team
I don’t have to be anything special for him
And me being something is more than enough to be his… his everything
He makes my heart sing
and my love wiggle and shake
He is my tsunami, hurricane tornado and I’m his Caribbean earthquake
I’ve sowed seeds of joy and hope and stood watchful
waiting and praying for it to be my time
bring me a harvest of sweet Vitamin D sunshine
I deny it, say we are just friends, but hope against hope it’s the real thing
Last time I’ll say it,
He makes my heart, he makes my heart
sing.
