I want to marry the man

I want to marry the man..
Who makes me smile when I think about him.
Who makes memories, without a need for coin.
Who chuckles exasperatedly, at two am,
when I start to talk him out of his pleasant sleep
because my mind is not sleeping.

Who understands my lack of girlish outer
hides an extremely girlish inner.
Who thinks my gooey center,
is better than chocolate.
Who could listen to me for hours
even if he doesn’t recall a single word
of what I actually said.

Who dances in the kitchen.
Names inanimate objects.
Thinks the fish are plotting
for ways to acquire more food.
Who considers a day wasted
that is not spent laughing
until his sides are hurting,
and his heart is full.

I want to marry the man..
Who would rather die
than be dishonorable.
Who only raises his voice,
in objection to bad behavior,
pointed at someone he loves.
Who understands silence
and doesn’t fear its length.

Who laughs at himself often
and encourages others to laugh
at themselves.
Who doesn’t mind mistakes,
so long as they are from effort.
Who thinks of learning as air
and creativity as food.
Who considers me his water
at the end of a desert day.

Who understands the cost
of sadness.
Who understands the wisdom
of age.
Who considers himself blessed
every single day,
for my love.

I want to marry that man.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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