I want a love that doesn’t run when life shows teeth,
One that stays when silence becomes a language we both have to learn.
A love that prays when words fail,
And holds my hand tighter when faith feels like a flickering bulb.
I want a woman who chooses me every day,
Not because I am perfect,
But because she sees the cracks
And believes light still lives there.
A love that corrects me in private,
Protects me in public,
And reminds me, gently
That leadership begins with listening.
I want a love that grows old with me,
Wrinkled hands, slower steps, deeper laughter.
One that knows seasons change,
But commitment is not weather.
And when the world asks what I found out there,
I want to say:
I found a home.
I found a prayer answered slowly.
I found someone who didn’t save me
But walked with me while God did.
That’s the love I’m looking for.
Not loud.
Not rushed.
Just true.