Someone’s first choice

I’ve had men in my life.

Apart from my dad of course.

Some who’ve felt so perfectly right – from my heart,

and some from my head.

Some who made me feel nice inside.

Some, with who, it feels right when I’m with them, 

but not when am without

Some, for who it feels right from a distance, 

but when together, I'm left wondering

Some who sang for me

Some who took me on long drives

Some who've even helped me trees

Some who've promised sensitivity

Delivered that, with the opposite

Some who've made me laugh uncontrollably

Some who've made me smile

Some who've made me cry.

Some I met in my social circles,

Some I met online

And some, who my parents arranged for me to meet

Some who were in love with me

Some who loved me

Some who liked me

Some who found me interesting

And some who wanted to define me

Some I’ve loved

A couple I’ve been in love with

Many I liked

Some I wondered about

Some who’ve almost perfect fit my list

Yet made me wonder if

Some who were so far from the list

Yet felt like a perfect fit

Some I fought against

Some I fought for

All these men in life

Of course, each of the above was not a separate (group of) entity(ies)

Many statements describe the same man

Of all these types of men in my life

Thus far,

There hasn't been anyone (apart from my dad of course)

To whom I was the first choice

They might have said I was

They might have even believed I was

But, when push came to shove,

At the right time, I wasn’t

So far there hasn’t been anyone

Who has felt the need to fight for me

Not more than 1, who has inspired me to fight for him

Thus I wait

Patiently,

Mostly happily

For that person

Who makes me want to fight for him

Because he’s fighting for me too.

Because I am and will always be his first choice.