Author: DJ
Email: djedge632@yahoo.com

Sheer perfection . . . what makes a man perfect? Is there such a thing? I believe I have seen such a man who may be. Someone tell me how I can meet the God that walks upon this Earth. And such a name as his, for his mother gave him at birth . . . Adam, for in the Bible, he was created in the image of the all mighty one. Perfect.

Tall, lean, and strong; in my heart he belongs. I wait for the day, when I can shake the hand and feel the sweet touch of his masculinity. A body to die for, with soft ripples of muscle. Complexion so deep, rich with the amber glow of a sandy beach. A beach I would like to lie upon, while the surf wraps me up in a blanket of warm embrace. And I sleep all night enveloped in his tender, yet, strong arms.

All the wonders of the world are in his smile, with purity in the whites of his teeth. No they are not too big, but beautiful pearls of wisdom, they speak. For they complete his smile and if they were any different, it wouldn't make him the man he is to me. His eyes are of the sea, in which I could swim. When I look into them, may I drown into the world he sees. Hair of long blonde locks, in which I could get lost for hours. His mane of color as rich as the golden sun, burning my desire, to comb my fingers through it. Can it be possible that this man exists? Only he knows who he is and sees that he is not just a normal man, but a wonderful, compassionate, and caring one.

The entire World comes into him, filing into sweet serenity. To taste his lips and feel his breath, a kiss so soft, it makes me sweat. His lips speak of intelligent phrases; I drift away when I hear him. So articulate and verbal, I melt when the sound plays in my head. Wanting and waiting patiently, oh, one day, he will see me. How could it be that he is not here with me? Where was he when we were younger and free? I hope to, one day, meet this man, he can then take me to the EDGE of the universe, and share the natural wonder of Heaven on Earth.

Time is but a thing, when all you do, all day and everyday, is dream. Dream at day; dream at night, I dream of him into the twilight. From Dusk to Dawn, dreaming of him until I yawn. What being is this? What shadow of a man could take me to every wonder, every joy, every corner of my feelings, inside my head and outside my body? To take my mind off him would be like sinking into a bottomless mud hole, suffocating me into lifelessness. I dare not see the day that he is taken away. Don't let any harm come to him, although he risks everything for me to see him. Not one false move or devastation is allowed to steal him from the world or wreck his life to where I could not see or dream of him in the night.

Witty, brave, and fearless; he walks gallantly to the squared circle. Eyes his opponent with a cocky grin, he thinks, No one gets out of here, until I spear. So, take a chance, give them a dance; everyone will cheer, when he shows them no fear. Glass covered eyes to shield his glare; he takes them off so women could stare. No woman could understand why I feel the way I do, because they only look at him for what they see; but I look at him for what he is, I face reality. He is everything, not just a hard body, but a gentle, caring individual who thrives on his own dreams, and shares his passion for the dream with me.

Take a moment, and you will see exactly what this man does to me. I shine all over and yell his name, but I am not sure if he hears the same. So, I hold it up above my head, maybe he can read his name instead. I only use my own designs; his name appears on all my signs. Seeing my initials in the corner of the paper, he will wonder, ?Is it her??

All these things make a man perfect . . . and; yes, he is. He is not conceited to admit that he is, but deep down maybe he will see, just how perfect he is to me. So, I write this in my memoirs, to share the secret of a God walking the Earth. So shall it be written, so shall it be done. He is the man, Edge, the only one.



                                                        DJ



For everything he is to me, I want to thank him for all the great moments he brings into my home. Entertaining the world with his charm, he is not afraid to show his size. To the ring he brings others harm. Raging against his opponent, the battle cry is heard; taking down the men who dare not recognize. Shine like the big bright star that you are. Take no shit and rise above them all.

Words are nothing compared to the heavenly body that graces the ring. Do I dare speak a word, when we meet? Into the night, I shall sing; for my mind will be blown, and that will be a good thing. I can't forget him; oh not so easy. I don't want to come across like I am sleazy. (I'm not!) But, if in time, I do meet this man; I want to say , Thanks, for being you and for what you have done for me. I love you, man!!


                                                                DJ