Does He Exist?

I dreamed of a man with a heart that can see,
the quiet fierce soul that resides within me.
I don’t seek diamonds, nor silver or gold,
Not castles or riches, nor stories retold.

As I matured enough to realise,
 The truth that lies deep within the unfaithful ties.
 Soon my fascination starts to evolve, Craving something that no one can resolve.

Let the world turn its back, let the storms rage loud,
 If he stands beside me, I’ll feel safe in the crowd.
 Not perfect, but present, Not flawless, but true—
 A rebel with honor, who’d burn skies for you.

His touch would be velvet with fire beneath,
A kiss that unravels the secrets I sheath.
Eyes that read verses I’ve buried in shame,
 And still choose to whisper my forgotten name.

He’ll cherish our roots, lift the ones we adore,
 With kindness that echoes from ceiling to floor.
 But beneath that soft voice, a wildfire hides,
 He’d slay every demon that haunts my insides.

No grand declarations, no lavish display,
 Just storms wrapped in silence that won’t drift away.
 The way he would look at me — shadows and light,
 Like I’m the last star in his endless night.

A walk in the moonlight, our fingers entwined,
 Skincare and laughter, two souls aligned.
 Cooking with spices, planting with care,
 But a love that devours even in still air.

I want a love that’s steady and deep,
 Like oceans that whisper and mountains that keep.
 Where danger and safety exist side by side,
 And I feel most alive with nowhere to hide.

A bond that’s unshaken, a peace that won't fade—
 Not one that is found, but one that is made.
 Not soft for the sake of being kind—
 But fierce, and loyal, and soulfully blind.

So if such a man walks through my fate,
 I’ll wait in the dark, behind destiny’s gate.
 For a love like mine needs a love just as rare—
 Not made out of magic, but forged from despair.