A man of her dreams

Is she a glass to shatter into pieces?

Or rain to fall for land,

A candle may melt into wax,

But, She is humble as a grain of sand.

Her dreams aren’t redundant.

Yet , the man of her dreams is apt.

Not a man of promises, but one to act.

He who pulls her up when she’s down,

He who reshapes her when she’s molten,

He accepts when the world denies,

He who makes her smile after every frown,

He rebuilds when she’s broke.

He holds, when she falls,

He stays, when all leave,

He pleases her in all palls,

He believes , when everyone disbelieves.

He is not a superhero,

He is not God,

He is a being whom she calls “mine”,

It is with him, she’s always fine.

A woman doesn’t demand much,

She deserves a man as such.

Because, He is there when nobody is,

He is a man, He is,

The man of her dreams.