My Perfect Man

smiling eyes every time i walk into a room your hands are there to touch and to hold hair flowing inviting me to run my long fingers through the soft uneven lengths upon your head a song always on your lips and in your heart a hug waiting for when i least expect it but need it most a hungering to learn to appreciate to love to understand to accept happiness in the way you move, the way you walk, the manner in which you stand a desire for more always for more love unconditional without restrictions I do. now would you care to sign on the dotted line? your ring is waiting. your lover, she waits for your arrival, patiently, but with haste to finally be in the arms of her betrothed. waiting for your approval.