I'm a prisoner of words unsaid. Just lonely feelings locked away in my head. I trap myself further everytime I stay quiet. I start to speak but I stop and stay silent. And now I've made my own hard bed.
Inside a prison of words unsaid
My ideal mate is something I think about all the time, but I've never put it in words, and I really don't think that I can sum it up here (I'll give it a try). I can't say that I've ever had a problem defining my ideal mate because for the most part, I've always had an idea. My problem is becoming the woman my ideal mate is looking for. There's no point in waiting on my ideal mate to find me if I'm not the woman he wants to be with. My question to all of you MySpacers is, "What is your ideal mate? And how does one become an ideal mate?"
My ideal man is one who knows what he wants in life and has a plan/road map to get there. He has proof of maturity, independence, and responsibility. He is educated, and has experience being committed and dedicated to his community, church, fraternity, or other school organization. If a man can't be committed to any of these things, how would a committment to me be any different?
My ideal man is one who loves me unconditionally, who has no limit as to what he will do to protect me, care for me, and fulfill my every need and desire. He also has a compatable personality, where we can laugh and talk for hours on end. I'll never get tired of being with him, and even the dullest things will seem exciting when he is around.
My ideal man is masculine, yet sensitive to the wants and needs of the woman who loves him. He is romantic to the point where every day I'm with him feels like Valentine's Day, and my wedding day isn't the only day I walk on rose peddals. He is also charming. Listening to him speak is hypnotizing and the sound of his voice is so entrancing that there is no limit to the things I would do please him.
My ideal man is one with broad shoulders, strong hands, and firm arms. He doesn't mind me resting my head amongst the sweat of his breast, and I get chills up my spine from his warm embrace. He has a sweet unique frangrance, so sweet it's tantalizing, and when he's not around the aroma lingers in my mind.
My ideal mate is my best friend. I can confide in him and he in me. No one can confort him the way I comfort him, and the love I give him makes him feel as though he's floating among the clouds.
My ideal mate challenges me to be a better person. He cares about my well-being, not for his benefit, but for the purpose of making me a better person. I can then be a better woman, a better wife, and a better mother.