Wow, who I'd like to meet... Some people would quickly answer that question
By giving some description of the kind of woman they fantasize about all their lives. Me, no... Its not a woman. See, I've already met that woman.
She's in the wisdom of my loving- belated grandmother. The woman that use
to spoil me and give extra food on my plate because she knew that she was helping to groom a gentleman.
She has the eyes of love for me, like the glistening found in those of my mother. With whom everlasting hugs and warm smile always quieted those storms in my soul- giving full blessings to conquer all fears that may bump in the night.
"The world is youre my son", she'd bestow.
She's in the affectionate heart in that of my two sisters with whom I might add; aren't afraid to let me know that "Luke, you need to put moisturizer on those ashy hands" or "change those pants, cause they look too tight on you". They are genuine in there affections for me.
She's in the childlike spirit of my nieces; whom, when I watch her play, sing, laugh, or cry... I remember my youth. Then I cry: streams of those same joys, pains, laughs, lamentations... playfulness.
I've that woman in all these, Id like to meet... Jesus. Cause I know- through him, all else will follow!