My Ideal

I want to be in love with love…

I want to have its arms wrapped so tightly around me that as it kisses me goodnight, its worries of the day suddenly become second place to my…laughter. I want it to love me so deeply and purely that its only answer to problems is to work at it until it is complete. I want it to adore me, even in rages of anger that even I can’t explain. I want my tears to be like the beginning of a war that it has to settle as it wraps its protective arms around my body and my heart. I want to be its best, with no comparison to anyone in its past because I am its future. I want the support of everlasting love as I am its biggest cheerleader and it would be my fan.

I want to be in love with love…

In love with him. He that loves me so frequently that I forget what it feels like to function…alone. Loves me so wholly that I, even, I am engulfed in everything that he is and says he will be. I want to be in love with his words as I hang onto them with my last breath. I want the tender kisses on my fingertips to be the caressing of his soul. I want to be in love with his heart beat. Following his rhythm in tune with his life, in love with his love for me.

I want to experience his spirituality as it is life saving and everlasting. I want to know what it feels like to love something more than life itself. To be willing to take my last breathe so that he can progress. I want to embrace him into paradise and lay on the grass staring at the sky. I want to hold his hand. To have our fingers intertwined as our beings become forever attached in a rope bound by three cords. I want to kiss every tooth in his mouth because his smile is just that beautiful.

I want to be in love with love…

Wanting him to hold me so close that we breathe in tune. I want him to love my sarcasm and quick wit. Be the calm to my irritation. I want him to say, “That’s just how she is” and love every bit of it. I want him to admire my full figure, appreciate my confidence, and revel in my intelligence. I want a challenge. I want him to hold a conversation effortlessly and disagree with me when I am wrong. I want him to be non-combative but certain. Loyal and honest, these qualities meaning more to him than the admiration of his peers. I want him to be my man. A title given to none other…owned by him…my King and I his Queen.

I want to be in love with love…

Embracing this emotion, appreciating its pain, realizing that with love comes work…with everlasting love comes determination…even more so it requires will…I want to relish in forgiveness, understand long suffering, never forget myself, but more importantly always remember him. Recognize his beauty, compliment his trials, appreciate his effort, and thank him for being him.

I want to be in love in with him as he is with me and we with it…