The man I love:
Always attempts to understand me, and himself.
Beautifully brushes the hair from my face so our eyes connect.
Caresses my cheek as he leans closer…closer…to kiss me.
Details his own desires; equally wants to know all of my own.
Eviscerates cliches; thinks in metaphors and analogies.
Forgives any errors of judgment; knows my intentions are good.
Generously gives of himself – body, mind and soul.
Holds my hand in public; always hurries to be by my side.
Imagines better worlds than the one we have.
Jumps to my rescue when a spider appears.
Knowingly kisses my face, throat, clavicle and pulse points.
Laughs with me, not at me, and loves my own belly-wobbling laughter.
Makes me breathless with his courage to relentlessly pursue truth.
Nurtures me and others; is considerate of animals, children and his mother.
Offers to do chores I dislike; knows that actions are preferable to words.
Placates self-confidence issues, makes me feel so cherished, body and soul.
Quotes music lyrics to me, until it does get in.
Reads to me in bed.
Sleeps with me as easily as breathing; snuggles into my spine.
Teases me when I am grumpy, cranky, or otherwise distracted.
Unconsciously smiles more brightly, just from my entry to a room.
Voraciously explores my body, and welcomes my delight in his.
Wants to be my friend; our love is not merely sexual.
Xenially greets guests; strives to be gracious in social situations.
Yells sparingly, prefers to logically discuss topics.
Zealously upholds his own ideals and respects my own moral code.
In September 2011, having been deliriously in love for 12 months, I want to offer an acrostic poem pertinent to my current thoughts and ideas. Its July 2009 counterpart, My ABC of seduction, still has many sentiments which apply too.
However, if I had to self-analyse, I’d say I am now kinder, a more loving person in romantic pursuits – whereas then, I tended to embrace anti-romanticism.
Welcome all thoughts on my romantic progression or otherwise that readers notice!