Tuesday, 4 May 2010

The man for me

Over a small talk

I was asked by my friend

With what type of a man

Would I, my life, like to spend?

I thought for a while

And then I smiled

And as I described to him

I could feel my heart go wild

I want someone

Who knows how to smile

To make every moment together

A memory worthwhile

Someone whom I can trust

Right from the start

Someone who still guards

The child in his heart

Someone who has...

That mischievous twinkle in his eyes

His feet firm on the ground

Yet aims for the skies

Money, yes

But it matters not that much

Who without talking

Can say a thousand things with his touch

Someone who loves

The cuisine of the world

And sometimes with a book

Stay under the blankets all day curled

Someone who is not afraid

Of something new to learn

Or for little things in life

Show his concern

Someone who in little things

Finds beauty

Someone who never

Runs away from his duty

Someone who knows what a family is

And what he wants his to be

Someone who is not afraid to share

His sorrows, feeling and emotions with me

Someone who knows

How to have fun

And at the end of the day

Love to drink wine and stare at the setting sun

Someone who understands me

Without me having it, to aloud say

Someone with whom

I’d love to end and begin my every day

Someone who loves music

And to walk on wet sand

Someone who will always be there

To hold my hand

There are many more things

That I search in my man

Sometimes I think it’s impossible to find him

But I hope someday I can...

Find that someone

Who knows how to live his life

And if everything goes well, then someday

We shall be together as man and wife...

2 comments:

Beyond said...

"how do I describe my pain??" brought me here. Now it is gone.
Hopefully from inside too. don't live with pain.

Lakeri said...

it had to go... for then it wld be too obvious to the person and i din't want it that way as we r good friends... but someday when time passes by it shall reappear here for all to read... thanks for reading my poems...