I sure did know what I didn't want.
What what kind of man, I couldn't stand.
I had given up on having any hope
Of finding one, that I could love.
Some would say I am so confused.
Stuck on perfect, the kind that hurts me.
I would suggest I want do the best.
It's that that much to ask, a simple task.
For all I am asking is they love me back please.
To the best of their abilities.
It is that kind of love no one's heard of.
Unconditional, it is a miracle.
Everyone is searching for something it seems.
Searching for the ideal man of their dreams.
Unconditional love is perfection.
Never questioning loves intentions.
Everything else a compromise.
I see with my heart not with my eyes.
Searching - Story Time Blog
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