Bluntly said, I love Women. As I've said in my introduction (a rather long one at that)
Let me first say that this is not a perverted declaration. There are more to love in a woman than her breasts and vagina. I love her hair, especially when they are long. I love her smile, and the little well of tears in her eyes when she watches Korean soap opera. I love how beautiful she is, even if she sleeps funny, and how she has the ability to be stronger than me to hold me up when I am down.
Indeed, there is much to love in a Woman.
Physically, there is everything to love in a Woman. Her lean, petite body covered by silky smooth skin that snuggles up next to me on a cold winder morning. I know it's her touch and not the blanket's for the gentle warmth of her body blends in with that of mine, creating a mutually comfortable mid-point temperature. The oddly soft yet harsh tone of her morning voice is not unlike a lullaby, entering me into a state of semi-surreal reality... unable to decide between dream and reality.
Her personality deserves as much love as Humanity itself does. She requires that we take turns making breakfast, but stubbornly insists that it must be cooked in the kitchen, not bought at a vendor. I am not allowed to have a yellow towel, for it is forbidden that such a color should reside in a bathroom with the slight accent of pink. Her habits of wearing three different shoes before finally choosing one before she leaves the house is rather cute, but even more so when she muses in the mirror, flipping but a fold of her hair between two positions. It reminds me of .gif animations.
She is ever-adapting. Her ability of changing to accustom to her surroundings are no lesser than that of a gecko. When I am strong, she inspires me to climb higher. When I am weak, she is my guardian, for she is but an angel without wings. When the sun shines, she basks in its caressing warmth and asks me to join. Come a storm, she not only waits with me till it clears, but reminds me to look forward to the shining sun in another day. Amongst strangers, she is my friend. Amongst my friends, she is my family. And amongst my family, she is me.
Perhaps all that sounds unrealistic, or, maybe even idiotic, but that is how I view it and what I hope it to become.
The question at hand is whether I will be ready or not when I meet her. I believe there to be no single love in life. There are many loves, it's a question of whether you are ready to accept it, respect it, and be loyal toward it.
There are infinite things to say about the beauty of a Woman, both physically and mentally. Instead of sitting here writing about it, perhaps I will go better prepare myself to be ready for love when it chances upon me.
So off I go~!
EDIT::
WHOA!! I totally forgot about the biggest thing... I'm in a hotel, waiting to meet up with a tour group tomorrow, so I guess I won't be able to say too much, but here's the important thing:
The thing that I love most about Women is their abliity to give birth... that is not to say that Women who are not able to bear children should deserve no love, but rather that they become as Nature itself... able to nourish life within themselves... the first thought of it is impressive, but the second thought of it is breathtaking.
