Perfect Man
Perfection's over-rated;
There's no way to improve
I couldn't imagine living
In such an awful groove.
But thinking of a perfect man
Is quite another matter.
It conjures up loving thoughts;
My heart - it doesn't shatter.
At long last, I've met this man;
He's perfect, or so it seems.
Though he claims to have his faults
I believe he's from my dreams.
He holds my bags when shopping
And waits patiently for me.
He rubs my aching shoulders
Then sits me on his knee.
He wraps his arms around me
When we go for walks at night.
He tells me that he loves me,
That everything's now right.
He looks into my troubled soul
And watches when tears fall.
He doesn't judge for yesterday;
Instead, he hears me when I call.
He stares into my open eyes -
Those windows to my soul.
He sees how much I love him;
It's then he becomes whole.
Learn more about this author, Norma Budden.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
My friend predicted
my husband as an indie rocker,
the type that wore glasses
and tight jeans.
He would be tall and skinny
and
by Norma Budden
Perfect Man
Perfection's over-rated;
There's no way to improve
I couldn't imagine living
In such an awful groove.
But thinking
by Rikijeanne
The Man of My Dreams
When I was very young
I heard all the fairy tales,
of a knight in shinning armor,
with a love that never
Dreamers and idealists,
Hang on
Like a tenacious bulldog,
To what they want to be true.
Gripping fiercely. . . .
Refusing to
by Saida Hoshi
I don't have much to give you in the way of material things. But then, I have never been a material person . . . so it wouldn't
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Man of my dreams
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Man of my dreams?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
We happen to think skating - in all forms is good for people of most ages. It is the one form of exercise that you ca...more
hide