My eyes look
On and on
For a sign; something to spin
The cogs in my mind.
They seek; day in, day out.
For him; half a person.
Just like me.
The person who'll let me be.
And won't run screaming.
(Just kidding).
His imperfection would be his greatest quality.
He'll look after me, but let me take care of him.
Hold me, to give me an excuse to hold him.
It'll be unconditional; never temporary.
No end nor beginning.
Not a typical guy. He'd see the world in his own perspective.
Not obsessed with attaining wealth, money, fame, women.
Caring, compassionate. Witty, intelligent.
Most importantly, he'd be loyal. So that I wouldn't fear coming home,
To an unexpected other.
He wouldn't complete me; he'd make me better than I am.
Question is: where is he?
Hopefully not confined to my mind.
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