My Man!

When I was sixteen I fantasized my partner as a pilot
Whose favorite colors were black and violet
At eighteen I wanted a doctor
Around whom nurses and patients were scattered
But now at twenty,I realize they were only passing fanticies
I don’t want Brad Pitt, Beckham or Freddie
I want a man who is mine only
And we both love each other deeply.
I want a man,
who’ll always defend me,
He won’t know how to cook
He will read history, politics and mathematics books
He will have pinch of anger and lots of romance
He’ll be jack of all and master of finance
With him my headaches will disappear
When he’s out of home, I’ll feel him everywhere.
He won’t like Indian heroines and movies
He will like news, cricket and rugby
He’ll be the one who overwhelms me with his charms
I’ll be safe and happy in his strong arms
He won't be a chatterbox among my friends
But to be arrogant, he won't pretend
He'll know how to deal with an impossible girl like me
He'll sometimes councel me,sometimes raprimand me!
He'll fulfill most of my desires
Under the starry night,
he'll play guitar around the bonfire
His logical argumants,
no sage would defyshivers in me
will send his piercing eyes and bewitching smile
In public,He'll appear to decent & distinguished from the rest
In black dress pants and white collar shirt He'll look the best
His heart will be made of goldBroad be his mind,
pure be his soulEven for a minute,
he won't let me borewith him, I'll love to grow old Last,
He will not compell to love him
But from the core of my heart, I'll wish him to be my man only...