My Guy

Thanks for following, Elizabeth :)

More poetry from yours truly. This was written a while back. It has absolutely nothing to do with "My Guy," despite the misleading title.

My Guy

I want a guy

Who plays the guitar.

And older guy maybe?

Who owns his own car?

A guy who loves learning

And likes a good book.

Who appreciates music

And won’t make me cook.

He’ll know words are important,

Both sweet ones and clever.

He’ll know dating is fun

And marriage is forever.

He must make me laugh

And really love God.

And love me in spite

of the fact that I’m odd.

My guy will surprise me

Just when he should.

He’ll know the big difference

Between lame and good.

He has to be brave

In the practical sense

And know how to cheer me up

When I’m all tense.

He needs to like talking;

I want to converse.

And know when to stop me

So I don’t make things worse.

Loving sports isn’t crucial

But liking them is.

He can like my chick-flicks

But better not be his.

He won’t wear pink

Or have hair too long.

And he must understand

When I burst out in song.

If my guy could sing

I think it’d be great.

He better love arguing

And staying up late.

Kids are for sure;

He has to know that.

And since I’m allergic,

We can’t have a cat.

A responsible guy

He has to be too.

You know, keeping a job

And fixing things too.

I know I sound picky;

I am—and that’s good.

I’ll know when I’ve found

The best match that I could.

My ideas might change;

I have growing to do.

And I have to make sure

It’s what God wants too.

God loves me a lot

He’s become a great friend.

See, the guy that He wants

Gets my vote in the end.

God has a plan.

When my guy comes, He’ll shout,

“Hey, Stephanie! That’s him!

I’ve had him all picked out.”

~Stephanie