Out of the 7 people billion people in this world,
3.5 billion to pick and choose from.
And yet here I stand in front of the universe,
Waiting to find the one I’d call My Kinda Woman.
Some prefer sexy while others prefer tall,
Some prefer athletic while others prefer a doll.
3.5 billion types to choose from,
But somehow I struggle to even find a date to prom.
As I sit here writing about my preferred woman,
Thus evolves a vague image in my head.
Someone I hope who keeps me on my toes,
Someone who shares with me all her woes.
An independent woman who knows her way,
A wonderful woman who’ll brighten my day.
With an effortless smile and a contagious laugh,
Someone personifying my world in a photograph.
Unapologetically herself perfect in her imperfection,
A woman so awesome that she can be humble.
To you dear lady I say you’ve made my dreams come true,
You’ve made me realise the wonders my heart can do.