The kind of love I want may be uncommon,
or may be common among the people that are truly in love.
I wouldn’t know…
I want a kind of love that protects me even from my very self.
Someone that knows just when I am about to reach my limits,
even when I am unaware.
The kind of love I want is the kind of love you write movies about,
not because it may be epic,
not because it was fun and wild,
or had to endure a lot of trouble,
but simply because it was real.
I want a kind of love that doesn’t ask about the past,
because it would only care about the present me,
not all the mistakes and things that led to me.
I want a love that accepts the real me.
Not the me with makeup and stilettos on,
or the me that everyone thinks I am,
The me that only I know I am,
and my better half.
I want someone who laughs at my corniest jokes,
and tells me I love you right afterwards,
because when corny I’m at my best.
I want someone who will look into my eyes
and loose themselves in them,
longing to own my heart, mind, and soul.
I want a love that will embrace me,
that will protect me, that will cherish me
and adore me like no one else ever has.
Someone that gives me some realistic version of a fairytale,
because we’d both be bored trying
to fit into the mold of “perfection”.
I want a love with a little danger.
A love that’s fun and always youthful,
would be my kind of love,
no matter how many decades it already has.
A love that will inspire people to ask us
the secret to the happiness of a romantic life.
I want a love I am proud to tell my grandchildren about,
right next to their grandpa.
I want a love that takes my breath away,
with a gaze, with a touch, with an ever so slight kiss.
A love that will caress my back every night to help me fall asleep.
I want a love that gives it all,
because it will be receiving the very best of me.