When you meet a man
and without hesitation,
without second-guessing,
you can look at him and whisper to your soul,
"I trust him..."
even when he's in a room filled with temptation
with curves, perfume, and eyes that linger and scream lust in the most tempting way.
then darling,
you've been touched by something rare.
You're either blessed
with a love so real it calms every storm inside you,
or a mind so imaginative
it creates fairy tales to survive the ache of reality.
Whichever it is reality or illusion,
trust or hope,
him or your heart
you are still a believer.
And that, in this broken world,
is a blessing in itself.