Someone

Someone who could write me

A poem as Elizabeth's How Do I Love Thee?

And tell me how much he's lucky

To have me, sincerely.

Someone who could narrate me a story

A tale like those of Giovanni

He will try dearly

Although he's not good at it really.

Someone who will never get tired

Of loving 'tis foolish bride

Flaws of mine he won't mind

For he loves me deeply with pride.

Someone who would teach me with patience,

As if he's the Master and I'm the Apprentice.

He won't mind my incompetence

As long as he feel my presence.

Someone who could sing me to sleep

Though his voice is no Swift

And though tone quiver on tip

Care he doesn't, as long he is no creep.

Someone who could stand by his will

Against all odds; he'd fight till

His righteous beliefs prevail

Even it'll takes a thousand fail.