Love in the Time of Xenophobia.

Last night I dreamt that I was standing at my parents’ door, with a special someone I wanted them to meet. 

 

I used this wait to look at the man I had agreed to get married to. As he looked back at me I found myself falling deep into the love I knew there was in his big black eyes.

 

How much I love thinking about all the things I love him for! How lovely it is to have the kindest, bravest, purest heart in the entire universe all for yourself! How perfect it is to find just how perfect perfection is! “Could you hear me think I love you”?

 

I love the shade of pink his lips turn after I kiss him. He always knows the right words. In this big bad world, he is my beacon of honesty.

 

If he’s ever been behind me it’s only to catch me if the winds push me back. In tough times or good, he’s always beside me. In my mind he’s always in front of me. My inspiration!

 

On a Saturday night, he always knows the place to be. When I am angry, he makes me want to not be. When he’s angry, he’s just my baby. When he picks me up with his big strong arms, I am his. When we make love, he is my fantasy. He attracts me like no other.

 

He always knows what I will like. He couldn’t have given me a prettier ring. He couldn’t have bought me a prettier home. He’s polite and caring. He’s every woman’s dream.

 

As I hear footsteps behind the shut door, I think with a naughty pride -with his dazzling smile, tall frame and broad shoulders, he’s the real world’s Prince Charming. Well, except his skin is the color of the darkest chocolate and he still has his beautiful Egyptian accent.  

 

My dream ended with my mother collapsing at the door.