I look at you
and I see greatness
for in your eyes I see the strength of a Pharaoh
and the depth of a legend.
I rest my face
in the palm of your hand
to lose my worries in the comfort of your embrace
and to sink my burdens in your serenity.
Listening to you talk
feeds my dreams
and dreaming of you
warms my wandering soul.
Look at my face and how it lit up
when I laid eyes on you.
Look at my eyes
and watch me come back to life.
I summoned you with the power of my thoughts
like a hermit praying for absolution.
I uttered silent prayers and recited my holly psalms
to show you the way to my heart.
I laid down my scepter
I took off my crown
I gave up my power
for in sacred submission I have given myself to you.
My dear Man,
You might not have the most paying job,
the fanciest car,
the biggest house,
or the most loaded bank account.
You might not be the most intellectual,
or the most eloquent.
You might not be the most handsome,
or the most committed.
But, your love, hug, touch, voice, thoughts, and jokes are right
Your aura just feels right.
You feel right.
I feel right around you.
You might not be the one who loved me the most.
I know that you might not be the best
but I want you to know that
you are the right one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.