by Karanja A. Ajanaku
My ideal woman knows it is ideal to be human.
She smiles at me from deep within stimulating
my intellect to tell my emotions that I love her.
My heart races to tell my brain that it got the message.
My ideal woman knows that my human nature is wired
to respond to a sincere statement of her need for me.
She knows the power of truth, which she demonstrates
by telling me that she appreciates me in her life.
My ideal woman desires to be great.
She pioneers through the frontier of ignorance,
knowing that my desire for greatness mirrors her own.
She hears my ideas and improves upon them.
I dream of her dreaming of me.
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