The Kind of Woman One Wants

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.