Dear Universe

 I wrote a lil' list of
what I wanted you to be
I thought that it was hocus-pocus
abit of fun and make-believe
you see confiding in the universe
was my escape from reality

Someone who looked like pitbull
only not as rich and famous
we need a pure kind gentle love
but strong enough to tame us
I needed someone to love me
not abuse, control, or hate
So on my lil' list I added
He will be my bestest mate

Many things I wrote upon that list
A man 2 KIND & STRONG
who would never rule us
with his fist, as I
had learnt that this was WRONG
I wrote this turning 30
In ten years Id be with you
That lil list it vanished
I never dreamt it would come true.