I am looking for an exquisite prince , cloaked in the finest garb, one with a chariot of fire and whom speaks words that move minds and hearts. But I will tell you a secret.
The finest prince is not draped with royal blue nor wears a crown. The finest chariots need not be adorned with chrome , nor leather nor special title. The most articulate man need not speak with a Webster dictionary in tow.
My prince will inspire my soul with his kindness; his attention to my person shall be his shroud. He will care about the world. His words need not be profound only honest for this is the elixir of friendship. His chariot need only possess two seats so we can ride the winds together. My prince will anoint me as his queen. I will care for him everyday, never wishing for more than his love and affection. I want a partner and I will be your champion.
I need to divulge one more item. I only drink the finest wine, the type that is sought by all and auctioned for sale at exuberant cost. But wait I will tell you how to secure such a vintage. Wine is not made fabulous by its age , by the grapes that constitute it or by the bottle that holds it.
Wine is made best , made into a treasure when those whom consume it share their lives , their desires and their laughter while ingesting it. The house wine can be a sanctuary for the greatest joys… A good wine is made as such by the camaraderie found.
Oh one more thing if you have taken a picture with your shirt off next to your leased Porsche car, Prado sunglasses firmly affixed to your face and a chiseled body leaning backward … well you aint my man …
OOPS… I wish to back up one sentence.. the chiseled body can stay .. just let me discover it on my own and you can unearth mine once princely pedigree is confirmed. Discovery is the pleasure of romance and I do like a good adventure.
