Too Many Frogs, Still I Will Wait

Maybe, "you need to kiss some frogs before you meet the prince charming" needs a memo and prescription of the number of frogs to be kissed. Cause some of us have kissed frogs our entire lives and we are wary, worried that when the prince charming comes we will have no lips to be kissed and a heart to feel the love. We are cautious and jumpy at anyone who approaches us because we have met tadpoles, old frogs, dying frogs. One who said,"You're my reason for being, I cannot imagine life without you. I will love you forever," and a week later you got his wedding invitation and no you were not the bride. Another appeared and committed to love and three years later suddenly felt he needed direction and well you were not the compass.

Too many frogs for one lifetime still I will wait. I will wait for the prince charming.
One who is imperfect but perfect for me.
One who may not be endowed with six packs but his heart is endowed with packs of love, respect, trust, goals, dreams and visions.
One who will love me just as I am.
My prince who maybe, just maybe was at one time a frog but amended his ways.
Still I will wait for the one who will be quick to lead me to the altar and not in bed.
My prince who will be bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh.
The one whose hand will handle me and not tangle to mishandle me.
The one who will use his lips to bless me, speak life and not demean me.
The one who will be willing to walk the journey.
The one who will not strive so hard to complete me but compliment me.
Broken but whole together.
And as I wait, I will work on me. I will be refreshed. I will not be the smell of my past. I will be a new breathe.
Still I will wait.