My mother was a queen.
But my father treated her like a maid.
His morals were sharp like the glass plates that shattered on the ground
He was a patriarch.
My mother was a homemaker,
But, they loved each other.
Now, I want a man,
Who shares three qualities.
He is humble.
When he gives me all these, I will give myself to him.
And I won’t care of his looks or his crooked smile,
I won’t make fun of his weight or his insecurities,
I won’t remind him of his past mistakes or his downfalls.
I want him to be my pillar of strength
I want him to be the smile that will make me thankful for life,
I want him to show me his broken hands so I can stitch his pain.
With the needles of my own love,
I want him to show me humanity,
So I can teach him morality.
And when that day comes when I have to say the words—
I love you,
I want it to mean the world to him.