Imagine charming human of my dreams:
a prince of thieves of anger who appears
and takes my rage because he knows what seems
a storm is sterling hurt and golden tears.

Imagine someone smart enough to know
that being well is first priority,
that fear and meanness lay the spirit low
enough to join the sad majority
of souls forlorn and consciences bereft
of love of self, instead of joining me.

And if you have imagination left
to picture challenge, joy and ecstasy,
imagine him complete but wanting more,
and you will see the love I’m waiting for.