I wrote this before I met Gene. I had been married twice before and new exactly what I wanted the third time around.

A Kind and Gentle Soul

My friends say there are no good men left.
All the good men are either taken or gay and the others are looking for a nurse or a purse.
Even so, I am putting my request out in the universe.
I want a kind and gentle soul who will love me just the way I am.
I don't care what he has. I have enough and am able to take care of myself.
But this man must be able to give me his time, share his thoughts, and wrap me in his protective arms.
Wanted: One kind and gentle man who still believes in love and willing to whisper sweet nothings in my good ear.

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