My champion, where art thou?

Everyone tells me:  you need a man, a good man;
but what I really need… is a champion.
Someone willing to fight the demons that stalk me,
help me conquer the terrors the torment me,
taking on some of the heavy load that burdens me,
but most of all love me enough to truly SEE me...

Most women want man who
is financially stable, has a good job,
well educated, owns his own home,
even possesses a fancy car.

I need something different…

I need someone who can speak to my spirit,
someone that can caress my heart and move my soul;
capable of feeling my emotions even when
I am too afraid to speak them aloud,
he would easily know my desires ,
at times even before I know them myself.
He would feel my love, KNOW its there
although I am too terrified to show it,
because he is understands why I am afraid.

He would be bold, fearless and determined,
courageously stalking my heart
even when I ferociously try to fight it,
because he can read in my eyes
all the things I cannot say,
that I love, want and need him but fear
is the anathema that stops me from revealing it plain.

Many laugh and say…
"woman get real, those are girlish fancies ".
A part of me will not accept that,
I know beyond knowledge
that it is possible, that it does exist.
It has to.... Or else true love is a lie.
So I wonder day in and day out…
Where is my champion?
Does he exist?
Or is he really just a fantasy,
a girl’s childish myth…

Gypsy Red