The Kind of Woman One Wants
When you feel her laugh you're taken to
another place.
You find bliss with just a smile and a
touch.
For the way she finds you, you find
freedom with a grin.
She said, “I'm going to break you
down until I find kindness and goodness in the end.”
So you let her come to you and pierce
your armor and find your heart.
She'd hold your hopes in her hands,
smile and say, “I'm going to heal you.”
So you'd let her in and let her comfort
you and hold you until you let her know she was beautiful.
You'd tell her she was beautiful every
day until she'd say, “I know you just said that five minutes ago.”
Then you'd respond to her, “I know I
just wanted to make sure you remembered.”
This is really the secret to any good
relationship. It's a lot of praises and doing a lot of good
things.
You want her to be commanding and push
you when you're tired. You want her to tell you, “let's do this.
Let's make a difference. Let's help each other out. Let's helps
others when we're done.”
So then with just encouragement of a
grin and a lot of heartfelt passion you'd be with her and maybe you'd
do something great like help others maybe be humanitarians yeah like
you'd be lovers in a place where most think it's too hard to find
love.”
She'd say to you, “take your dreams
with you and walk with me until we find we can dream together and
maybe save a lot of lives. Maybe we'll feed a city and save a couple
hundred thousand starving children.” That's the kind of woman you
want. You want one that will convince you to dream big. You'd want
to have her take your hand with her because she'd dream as big as she
could take your hand to reach. Maybe you'd be a universal poet that
writes tragedies to show others women like her are beautiful and
worth being loved. Maybe you'd also write poetry about her beauty
and write about love. Maybe you'd make a difference in the lives of
a couple hundred thousand people. Maybe you'd help them to smile.
Maybe you'd tell them you learned to smile from her.
That's the kind of life you want. Then
once you're done with a day's work you'd go home and tell her with
tired arms, tired feet with legs that ache from walking maybe you'd
ask her if it was worth it, if it ever was. You'd hope she'd say,
“yes it was worth it and you, you are worth it.” Nobody except
her would ever know when you came back if you ever cried and smiled
when you look at her.
That's the kind of woman that one wants.