I am as ordinary as it gets. Human with eyes that can see your beauty when you have no make up on. Mouth to sing your praise when your self esteem is low; hands to sooth and massage your tired body, even when you cannot make dinner. I might not have roses for you always or open the doors every time you step out the car, but on my worst days I will always be there for you, clean, well dressed, Ready to work, take care of you and all that is ours. Be your friend, your lover, a passionate romantic to tend your garden in season and out of season. With hands interlocked and hearts pulsating we will rediscover rivers and ancient land marks with territories named Yourville and Myville. Walk you up a mountain and step you down a thousand hills. Love you through your faults and believe in your dreams, hope and aspirations. I will always be imperfect in the love I gave yesterday, leaving me with the eternal role today of loving you over again passionately like it was our very first kiss.(As a single-nevermarried)To the kind of woman I like to meet: she is simple but elegant in her heart. Hardworking and successful but shares her plate with the needy. She might very well be nominated with mother Teresa for the Noble prize... But she has no restraints or inhibitions in the homeland security department of bedroom affairs. Knows what she wants in a relationship, confident enough to reach out for it and secure enough to receive it in torrents of love tokens. She has an acuminous sense of humor to appreciate my jokes but certainly wise enough to know, love and desire me-the rough diamond in scrubs man behind this Scribbling.