My man: a serendipity

I picture a perfect meeting of a man and a happy woman. This woman is not like any other damsel in distress. She is at peace with herself. She creates her own happiness. Also, this man is not a taker.

I, too, dream of a man!
A man, who came to my already happy home,
With bright flowers in my garden.

At first, the pleasant smell of those flowers enchanted my man.
My happy place was his serendipity.
He came not to pluck those flowers,
But to water them when I can’t.

He came not to seek happiness in my happy home,
He came with radiant warmth, as a winter sun, brightened every corner.

I planted the flowers for myself,
But they brought a serene serendipity as my man.