THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

Out of the 7 people billion people in this world,

3.5 billion to pick and choose from.

And yet here I stand in front of the universe,

Waiting to find the one I’d call My Kinda Woman.

Some prefer sexy while others prefer tall,

Some prefer athletic while others prefer a doll.

3.5 billion types to choose from,

But somehow I struggle to even find a date to prom.

As I sit here writing about my preferred woman,

Thus evolves a vague image in my head.

Someone I hope who keeps me on my toes,

Someone who shares with me all her woes.

An independent woman who knows her way,

A wonderful woman who’ll brighten my day.

With an effortless smile and a contagious laugh,

Someone personifying my world in a photograph.

Unapologetically herself perfect in her imperfection,

A woman so awesome that she can be humble.

To you dear…