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Big Strong Man

There was a picture in my head, a fantasy I thought of this big strong man
Sweet but tough, someone who would understand
Who would open his arms and take me in
Biggest hug ever, not like other men
I said to God, please sometimes enough is enough
I need a respite from all that has been so rough
You have sent me feathers and friends and angels and more
Could I ask one more thing...someone I adore?
Someone who gets me and who is ready for this
A man who is kind and good who can share my deep down bliss
And then he was there. Picked almost as a mistake, a swipe to the right
We talked of life and pain and I saw his great might
I listened and everyone said I should be all okay alone
But I knew deep down I knew I wanted to have my mind completely blown
He stands so tall, big feet as a base
He holds out his arms and then touches my face
A little prayer from me, thank you God
He likes my silly jokes and does not mind that I am flawed
My heart shaped space has been waiting to be filled 
And with this man that believes in heaven, I am more than thrilled
Early days I know but hopes so high
I look forward to the future with a very content sigh
A calmness, a peace settling all over me

Of what love and fun lie ahead I cannot wait to see

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