A gentleman poured his heart out to me while I walked home the other day.
He promised me the moon, stars, sky and even the sun.
He told me that whatever I wanted was just a matter of asking him
and it would be mine. He said his world wouldn't make sense if I wasn't in it.
He asked for my hand and begged me to say, I do.
I looked at him. And listened to him speak. I Thought for a while.
Astonished at this man and all he had to say.
He asked me about myself, who my parents where, what I do, where I go.
He asked if my mother looked like me
He said coz if she did. Then she was beautiful.
The young man made me blush
I told him who I was. Told him who God was and what that meant for me
He then changed. It was as though someone had just told him the world he knew had come to an end.
His smile left, charm vanished. Wit gone. His joy was no more.
He was disappointed. He said he thought I was the one.
He said religious girls were not his type. He wasn't into bo Miss holy holy.
Or miss Goody goody. He called me boring.
I told him about my type I told him
if he is the type of man who,
Is looking for a girl and not a woman who,
Loves a woman that respects a man
A woman who puts God first
A woman who knows how to make men out of her sons
A woman who prepares a warm plate of food for her husband everyday
A woman who will press his shirts every morning and makes sure her husband looks good for work.
A woman who will love her man on days when he is stressed, days when money is tight, days when clouds are grey.
On days when there is little to smile about. Her laughter is what will make him smile.
A woman who prays for and with her man. A woman of substance. Gold not dust.
I told him if this is not the woman he wants in his life then I guess bhuti
"You, are not my type".
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