Revelation Revised

I had a list. I had my idea of my king. I knew unequivocally what I wanted and how I wanted him. I wrote about him and all the nuances that I could and could not, would not, permit in the brotha that would claim my heart. And then, for a lack of better words, he walked into my life, more so, walked towards my life. Out of the crowd he appeared, regal, beautiful, perfect. More perfect for me than any list could claim to attain. And me, being caught up in life, let him walk by. Yet his aura spoke to me. And within that brief moment, I knew that it was he that was meant for me. My king, no description, no set of guidelines can define who is he, what he is to me. He is my wishes, my desires, my hopes, my essence birthed into flesh. It took a quarter of my lifetime to discover what had previously been introduced to me. My thoughts, my desires, are one with him. It's as if we take the same breath.