As a child I never really imagined,
what my future partner in life might look like.
I was always a bit of a tomboy,
and not overly impressed by boys.
However as I grew up,
I began to know,
exactly what I liked and did not like in a man.
In character he would be a leader,
but not always the designated leader.
He would perhaps be a musician,
not the rock star sort of one,
more the side of the road busker type.
He would not necessarily have a proper job,
nor in fact have money.
But he would be a man who drank pints,
and was perhaps a bit wild.
At the age of nineteen,
I headed abroad.
Six nurses all looking around,
scouting for talent,
and the man of their dreams.
In Cyprus he caught my eye.
My heart missed a beat.
Something happened to me,
everytime he passed my way.
I cannot understand even to this day,
what it was or why it was,
that he made me feel that way.
He was clean shaven, a non drinker,
played no musical instrument,
and quietly spoken.
Sin of sins he was not from Dublin,
and spoke with a very strong Cork accent.
As for not working,
he was an accountant!
On the plus side he was tall!
After twenty years he is still by my side,
my rock, my best friend, my port in every storm,
and thankfully nothing like the man of my dreams.