I wrote this a while back and thought I'd share it with you all...I never wanted a Romeo and always realized life can't be perfect. With all my guys imperfections, I really love him...his cheating on me was painful and hard to take, but I do know he loves me...in his own special way. We are working through our problems and things are getting better. Sometimes though when things seem pretty bad we tend to search for PERFECTION..which we all know..isn't there. So, with all the pain each of us is suffering we need to try laughing a little...rather then crying. And lets face it reality can be a bit humorous and brighten even the gloomiest day. <BR>TO the guys on this site...Just smile and laugh..I'm sure you all could come up with something equally humorous about us women!! haha Angel<P>The Perfect Man<BR>Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved<P>To the bathroom to begin his day<BR>A shower that soaks the floor<BR>so he mops it up with the towel,<BR>where he leaves it behind the door.<P>Toothpaste globs left in the sink<BR>mixed with sprinkles of hair,<BR>even the seat is never laid down<BR>not a clean spot left anywhere.<P>Dirty clothes drop by the hamper<BR>as he pulls on an old ragged shirt,<BR>shorts that cover his tinned underwear<BR>and socks ground with yesterday's dirt.<P>Passing the overflowing trash can<BR>he slips on his worn out shoes,<BR>drives like a race car driver at Indy<BR>to grab a paper to check out the news.<P>Once back, he asks, "Where's the remote",<BR>as he leans back in his favorite chair,<BR>his subway sandwich drips on his shirt<BR>and he gives me a bewildering stare.<P>He opens a beer, foam rushes over the rim<BR>with a bellowed laugh, he finds,<BR>the remote has slipped down to the floor<BR>he bends over as the chair begins to grind.<P>The TV tray beside his chair<BR>is filled with all his favorite junk<BR>like licorice, chips and special cigars<BR>wrappers and this old sticky gunk.<P>It doesn't take long that I notice<BR>his movie has now turned to a nap,<BR>as snores are echoed throughout the room<BR>and his empty beer can is now in his lap.<P>Upstairs I go to clear my mind<BR>and clean messes from his morning's path.<BR>Then, I quietly lay on the bed<BR>so not to wake him into a wrath.<P>I lay down and begin to dream<BR>of romantic men dressed so fine,<BR>with arms full of roses and gifts<BR>and wished one of those was mine.<P>Not long after I hear his steps<BR>as he sneaks up to me to bed<BR>I ask, "What about your movie?"<BR>He replies, "I'd rather be with you instead".<P>He lays beside me and cuddles close<BR>the smell of beer and salami on his breath<BR>Then he whispers, " I love you oh so much,"<BR>when I realize I will love him until my death.<P>Though his habits aren't that great,<BR>and we are very different; it's true,<BR>He's the one God chose to be mine<BR>for my perfect man, my dear, is you.

Beer and salami? I would whisk him away to get a toothbrush first.. But hey, I loved IT! This was a great poem, and so right-on!