Entitled "A Letter to My Soulmate"

I wonder what it’s like in your city,

Whether it’s so loud you can barely hear your thoughts,

Or

Does the monotony bog down your eagle-like spirit,

In desperate need to find its true nest?

Is your urge to find your soulmate,

As strong as your morning coffee?

Seconds tick, those precious moments we can’t get back.

Is summer your favorite season?

Because when I think about you it is always sunny.

As I start to write this love poem,

One of the thousands I’ve written before,

Some of them I’m pretty sure have never been opened.

This love is unlike another

A bold, blank canvas that we can use to paint our American dream.

I want to be your Superman.

Well actually more like your Charles Xavier,

Because true heroes don't have capes,

And real Knights don't ride horses.

Think of this as my job application,

And each one of these words is a piece of my resume,

Resembling everything that I can bring to the table.

The fluttering of your heart will be whispering to you,

“I think you found what you are looking for.”

I realize you can't be everything for everybody.

But as long as I'm enough for you I fulfilled my purpose in life.

I want to be there

On those nights when you can't sleep,

I want the thought of me to be more soothing,

Than any of the nursery rhymes or bedtime lullabies you grew up on.

I want to be there

When you are getting ready for that job which you nervously prepared for

As the clicking of stilettos echoes to everyone that you “got this”.

As I sit back and say to myself,

“Damn I'm so thankful, I get to call her mine.”

I want to be there

Even on your worst days when the world makes you feel defeated.

I'll be there to remind you that you have one more round left in you.

And maybe tomorrow is the day you win.

I want to show you

That as you peeled back the layers of my personality

You found much more than someone to love.

You found a best friend, a protector,

And the biggest cheerleader,

That you may know.

And loving a person with wheels,

Is the coolest thing in the world.

Because who really needs Uber?

I want to show you

A whole new world of mine,

That is not like any other.

I know that sounds cliche but,

I want to show you

A life that is filled with much more than intimacy.

An eternal bond that not even God can break.

When we finally reach our resting place,

Our souls will reroute themselves back into each other’s arms.

I want you to be the branches of my tree,

To hold me close when things seem to bend, maybe almost break,

With hope and trust we can grow further,

And give each other strength.

When the snows and the storms come,

We’ll look it in the face and say, “Bring it on.”

With you on my lap,

Bundled in my hoodie,

As we take a midnight stroll, running away from all our responsibilities.

Only promising to be responsible enough,

To hold each other closely.

A love that brings tears to your eyes when our kids ask you, “Is daddy your prince?”

I want us to grow slowly.

Slowly, like a young tree sprouting from the ground.

A tree with branches that bear a reminder of our progress.

I want us to never get old.

I want our love, to be buttermilk pancakes on a Sunday morning.

As the sweet sound of “Good Morning my love” removes the insecurities from my day.

Instead your arms is a foundation of which our home is built.

Inside my brain is our road map to forever.

I want us to have that type of love that the elderly people whisper to each other,

“Remember when were young?”

As the peanut butter smile spreads across my face,

As our fingers intertwine,

Your hand is the only valuable possession I will ever have.

I want us to have a forever love.

I want us to be half a world way and text at the same time “Thinking about you, can’t wait to get home.”

Behind all our walls remain two best friends living and loving this journey called life.

To the person I will one day call my love,

I hope you are out there somewhere.

I believe we will meet in due time.

With Grace, at the altar.