I have searched for countless years
To find a woman of such quality
Which would be worthy of my love.
Do not judge me harshly for such a statement,
A deceleration not fueled by arrogance
But by the weakness of my heart.
Like any poet of love
Which has been harmed by deceitful lovers,
I have pondered for countless hours
On the virtues of the woman
Which will lift my heart
From the case of fear I have placed it.
Thus I sat and made a list of the virtues
Which the woman worthy of my love would have.
I filled my list with such items as;
Gentleness with my heart in her hands,
Kindness to wipe away the tears of my past,
Wisdom to know the love I cannot always show,
And countless other things.
In the countless years of my searching,
With the list clutched close to my heart,
For the woman worthy of my love.
I had come to feel that I searched in vain.
My ideal to perfect,
My aim to high.
Now I sit to trim my list,
To decide what must be sacrificed.
As I examine each virtue it dons to me,
That all of them can only be fulfilled by one
Which never made my list.
So,
The woman which I seek,
Will be worthy of my love,
By loving me.