CHAPTER 1

So in Love

He stands six foot two with a smooth complexion, complemented by abeautiful smile with honey dippers on each side. He wears a low, fadedhaircut, tapered to his neck and leading to his broad shoulders. He hasbeen blessed with a God-given physique. His presence takes a room bystorm, leaving all women wondering who he is. What woman wouldn'twant him? You just met him, and it seems he does everything exactly theway you like it—the good-morning texts, sweet voice mails, and roses justbecause it's Tuesday.

Now that you have dated for a while, conversations start to arise inreference to a relationship. He tells you he is willing to take that step. Youstill aren't intimate physically, yet the thoughts are there. You just want tobe sure it's the right time.

As time passes, you open up to this man, unfolding all of your pastexperiences, the things you don't like, and, most importantly, the thingsthat hurt you. You are at the point in your life that you want to be themissus. Still fearful of what the future holds, you take a chance. He ensuresyou that, with him, you don't have to worry about the past because he isyour present and future. He is the one!

Mr. Right


He aims only to please.
Nothing else is acceptable in his eyes.
He tells you how beautiful you are
and how happy he is to have you in his life.
He is a family man as it appears.
He interacts with your kids,
catering to your every need.

In hope that the fears from your past
you will now release,
the fear of getting hurt,
the scars held within.
He tells you it is okay to love him,
for he is there until the end.

The end of time?
How good is that to hear?
Finally someone who is more than
willing to help you conquer and get past your fears.

Your time has finally come—
the time in which you know you
will be the only one.

In your thoughts,
your future now looks bright.
You exhale as you now know that he
is Mr. Right.


I Think I'm Falling

I remember when he first smiled at me.
How could I forget?
His face spoke a thousand words,
not verbally,
yet the chemistry was so strong.

I understood the silent mysteries.
From that moment we exchanged numbers,
he was fine indeed!
I never looked at it as becoming something.

After the first conversation,
we had an instant connection.
We completed each other's thoughts,
so similar,
a newfound hypothesis with no explanation.

Defined as an educated guess at what the future may hold,
we went past the hurdles of life,
past the cards that may unfold.

For when we are together,
from the ground we both are raised.
Not subject to gravity,
we experience a life worth living together
for the rest of our days.

So strange to be able to say or even think,
a total stranger doesn't know he can make
you feel like this.

Weeks have gone by.
Months are soon to come.
Is it too early for me
to think and feel that he is the one?


I Can Trust Him

He tells me how he thinks about me all the time.
If he doesn't get a call,
his day is incomplete.
Y'all, this man really loves me.

He sees no one in his future,
no other person besides me.
He goes out of his way to be creative.
He keeps me guessing on his next move,
the small things to brighten my day.

In his arms, I rest as I feel
what it is to have security.

I love you.
Those words
are as a melody to my ears.
With no repercussions
for loving him back,
no downsides of drawing near.

I've waited so long for this.
I am finally here.
No longer do I have to be concerned
about being hurt,
for I know,
without any doubt
God has sent him here.

I now know what it is to be happy.
With God and him,
I am complete.
Nothing would I trade for him.
I praise God for this blessing.
I can trust him to go
and do whatever he has to do,
not having to worry
about anything being done in secret.

He invites me to tag along.
Yet I don't trip.
I look him in the face,
not hesitating to say,
"Enjoy yourself, baby. I trust you."

A great feeling,
nothing else can compare.
I finally have a trustworthy man here.


I'm Just Saying

I want him to stand six foot two
with a chocolate-milk complexion.
Broad shoulders,
dimples,
pretty white teeth,
and a smile only sent from heaven.

I want him to be a God-fearing man.
Open-minded,
open to change,
uninterested in material things.
He doesn't have to make it rain.

I don't want him to be pretty,
nor scared to get dirty.
I want a man constantly on the grind,
one who is in it to win it
and willing to let everyone know
I am his and he is mine.

I want him to touch and agree
with the things I say,
but have a firm enough backbone,
strong enough to put me in my place.

I want him to love his mother and
respect her in the way he should.
However, know that he has his own household
and knows when to say no when it's for the good.

I want him to know that it's our relationship
and his mother will not be dictating
anything going on inside my home.
I want him to cut the apron strings from Mommy
and know he is grown.

I want him to have grown man swag,
no baggy jeans or oversized shirts.
Not trying to keep up with the youngstas,
trying to set an image,
knowing it won't work.

I want him to appreciate me for the woman I am.
I want him to know I am a good woman
and, by my side,
I deserve a good man.

It goes both ways.
In return, I will vow
that I will commit only to him as long as he
understands that three is a crowd.

That's right.
I said three.
He needs to know from the door
that I will not tolerate a man who cheats.

Don't get me wrong.
Mistakes will happen.
That's not a mistake.
When you take the time to know the chick,
especially when you start acting different,
locking your...