To Materialise a Man

To Materialise a Man

I whispered to the midnight breeze,

Send me a man, if you please.

Not one of muscle, brawn, and might,

But one who’d hold me through the night.

A man who’d dance in morning dew,

And laugh at jokes that only I knew.

He’d brew the tea just how I like,

And serenade me on his bike.

He’d pen me odes with silly rhymes,

And lose to me at board game times.

With twinkling eyes and playful grin,

He’d make me swoon and make me spin.

So, stars above, hear my decree,

Send forth this man, and let him be.

Not perfect, no, but perfectly mine,

A love that’s sweet, a love divine