The man that I need is the one that loves me beyond my craziness, and in my desperation knows how to hold me.
It is the one that in my adversity is not intimidated; and in my faults guides me to a better place.
He looks beyond my past mistakes, and hugs each scar with delicacy.
He enjoys my laughter, and in my unkept hair his passion is tangled.
That man does not care about my closed or opened curves; he travels each one, exploring each corner, drunken in art.
That man that in spite each unexpected stumble, can smile with me, and kiss me.
That man looks for nothing else, for he is lost in me, an does not care to be found.
That man that detains his eye in my stare, and hugs with his soul each of my weaknesses.
He is not ashamed of my craziness, nor my appearance on my worse day, for even that is his muse.
That man that takes my hand when I've forgotten to dress up, and draws a picture of us so he won't grow tired of love.
That man with insecurities and certainties, with joys and sorrows; laughs with me, cries and goes to places that only imagination leads…
That man that enjoys my silence, and navigates without a destination my stare.
That man that is everything, even if he has nothing. That man is happiness more than the sun in the mornings.
He brings me the moon and the stars with his look.
That man that during risks does not pull away from me.
That man that is not afraid of my hugs, my indecisiveness or poems.
That man that does not care if tomorrow I can, see, next to him mountains are small.
That man is all the verses of love already written, and still to be written.
That man is everything I want my fruits to be – perfect image of him…
That is the man I need, that loves me and will come.
That man overflowing with a special ray of light.
He knows how to spoil me, love me, and make me tenderly cry; he knows how to rest in me, and also fight.
He has no reserves with me, and it's his pride knowing that no one will love him like me.
That man is what I need, and I know that he will come.
Yamelly Pena
