I like men who show their weaknesses,
Whose humility is second only to their heart.
I like men who laugh at themselves
And who can admit that crying is healing.
I like men who like themselves — on a soul level,
in an almost unforgiving blatancy that assures me they will actualize their visions and dreams.
I like men who can see me and feel me fully,
And maybe confess that my fire scares them into wonderment.
I like men who are real. Can you face yourself honestly?
Let’s fly together.