How often does love confound us? 
How often does love perplex? 
How often does love confuse us?
And how often does love cause stress?

I've loved enough times to realize 
It's often far too complex. 
The battle of wills 
And the pain it instills 
Often turns joy into vex.

What I long for these days is more subtle
It's something so easy to say.
I long for a love with no trouble 
Just a love that will light up my day.

I long for a woman who loves me
And never keeps me at bay.
I long for a woman who needs me
With never a harsh word to say

I long for a lover with passion
Who is willful, but still wants to play
A woman who puts me above her
With never a jaded display.

I long for a love that is total
A love to return in kind.
A love to keep in my heart,
As I hold her soft hand in mine.

I long for a lover to cherish 
A lover who requires my care
A lover who needs the safety
Of the life I desire to share

I long for a woman who is sated
By the comfort of my embrace
A woman who will tremble and sigh
At my every caress of her face.

I long for a love that is eternal, 
With joy and a sense of felicity
It's easy to see what I ask for
I long for a life with Simplicity