My "Him" Dream

He sees me.
Looking past my imperfections,
he understands that it takes dirt to grow something beautiful.
He connects with the woman I will be,
but never disrespects the journey it took.
He possesses the eyes of a man who believes the outer shell is merely temporary
and that what is inside and unseen makes up the aesthetics of a person.
He recognizes my beauty as one meant to be occupied by me
and that the chance of it resembling commercial beauty is slight.
He handles my intelligence like a delicate piece attained from a menagerie;
He thrives on it with no underlying intimidation.
His intelligence provides him with the mind of a man matured,
gifts him with the idea that one woman is better than many.
He holds the persistence of a winner in his right hand
and the accompanied humility of a loser in the left.
He allows me to embrace his imperfections
and is not afraid to let his heartache spill over the rim of his eyes and out onto the plain of his cheeks, occasionally.
His love for me resembles God's--
Its unconditional nature lightens my darkness and strengthens my weakness.
He is strong for me,
but does not see himself as my savior.
Rather, he looks upon my being as an asset.
His confidence lifts his head,
aligns his shoulders,
and straightens his back.
He is sure of who he is.
He is sure of who I am.
He is sure of what we are together.
He sees me.