im cool...

When I look in her eyes all though I have not met her I can
envision her standing before me with a smile of warmth and and a
look of embrace. I can see how she feels about me by the undying
look of love that becomes her and covers her face the only treasure
she seeks is more time to surround herself with the uconditional
love I give. She cares not for the pretty things to adorn herself
with to show the world who the man that holds the key to her heart
is. She is not my companion she is the equal to complex yet
compassionate entity that I call myself she has time to herself to
enjoy her life and reflect with those she loves yet never puts me
on a shelf. She cares not but what I posess in the physical but
what I as a compassionate man posesses inside. She is my greatest
friend my loving partner the one that never flees accepts that
which is wrong and stays at my side. How I long to meet her so in
the vesel I call my soul loneliness shall no longer have a place